<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:25:57.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nica.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-114050879344891134</id><published>2006-02-21T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:59:53.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;The computer is finally working after it crash on me on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;CELEBRATION!&lt;br /&gt;SO I CAN BLOG NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WATCHED WHITE CHICKS ON FIRDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it on HBO!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah...i was laughing throughout the whole movie!&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Funny please!&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of the imposters look like miniature papaya!&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH OUT LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;My mummy said the imposters looked damn pretty!&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was HIGH when i came for band on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CHARMAINE IS NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helped me arrange the scores in order!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR SAMMAD DID NOT COME ON SATURDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo happy!!&lt;br /&gt;I HAD FRESH AND CLEAN AIR!&lt;br /&gt;Clean enough for me to take a deep breath happily!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT OUT WITH EMILI ON SUNDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;I am happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;Bought loads of stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;I WAS NICE ON SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;I help emili find nice skirt!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-114050879344891134?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/114050879344891134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=114050879344891134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/114050879344891134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/114050879344891134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-happy-computer-is-finally-working.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-114001375048417743</id><published>2006-02-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:29:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if i should change my blogskin...&lt;br /&gt;I thought it looks okay!&lt;br /&gt;Joanne said it is kinda old..so i should change it..&lt;br /&gt;BUT..&lt;br /&gt;If i were to change it..it means i would need to use a comp WITH adobe photoshop!&lt;br /&gt;However!&lt;br /&gt;The comp that is available for me to use now...is apparent sooo "LAO POK" that if i were to download adobe photoshop..it would just crash on me.&lt;br /&gt;Then..i will be so dead!&lt;br /&gt;Of course some smart people will tell me to get the skins fomr blogskin.com..&lt;br /&gt;The thing is...&lt;br /&gt;A person like me..&lt;br /&gt;Who have been designing her own blogskins since sec1, designing several tee-shirts, banners, posters, cards of different occasions, books and all...DONT JUST USE ANY BLOGSKIN!&lt;br /&gt;I only use the ones i design. =]&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stand the fact that i am sharing the skin with someone else and i hate finding skins on the net. ITS TROUBLESOME!&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely NOT  unique!&lt;br /&gt;SO NOT ME!&lt;br /&gt;Even my name is unique, HOW CAN I AFFORD NOT TO BE?!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore...my final conclusion is..I WILL NOT CHANGE MY BLOG SKIN :D&lt;br /&gt;I will change it till i design a new one!&lt;br /&gt;Which will not be anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;If i am so free..i would have stayed back in school to use the comp to design the class tee and all but apparently i am not!&lt;br /&gt;My apologies to Emily!&lt;br /&gt;She had to cope with all the stress and pressure form Mrs Selvam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S~&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all those whom i have not wished!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;I love emili!&lt;br /&gt;She so rawk!&lt;br /&gt;SHE ASKED ME TO GO SHOPPING WITH HER ON VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M A SHOPPER!&lt;br /&gt;I promised to treat her to bravissimo ice-cream!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nice!&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new shirt and i am happy!&lt;br /&gt;Going out with emili is damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;She is sooooo picky!&lt;br /&gt;She can't make up her mind to buy which pair of shoe!&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;I found a nice pair of jeans!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO BUY IT TOMORROW~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no school tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;I BOOKED MY MUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;So i can go out with her to buy clothes and more clothes!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO THOSE WHO GAVE ME VALENTINE'S DAY PRESENTS!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE LOADS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was CHARMAINE'S birthday!&lt;br /&gt;We had a surprise party for her!&lt;br /&gt;JUst as we predicted...&lt;br /&gt;When we surprised her SHE CRIED!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;She being my junior, this is the 2nd time i see her cry!&lt;br /&gt;1st time was after SYF!&lt;br /&gt;OKay..Almost the whole band cried after the announcement of results for the SYF.&lt;br /&gt;I DID'NT CRY!&lt;br /&gt;I never intended to anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Emili had tosay i was heartless -_-&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?!&lt;br /&gt;What's the point?!&lt;br /&gt;Waste my tears!&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Charmaine's party..&lt;br /&gt;The preparation was fun.&lt;br /&gt;NOt like what i expected, i wanted to leave after we wished charmaine happy birthday cause i was afraid that me emili and alssya dun click with her cliques and it will be so awkward..but it was a different case!&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE A BUNCH OF FUNNY PEOPLE!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We had whip cream!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid LIzard [ alyssa] had to put rub whipe cream on my back!&lt;br /&gt;EWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;And she massaged it!&lt;br /&gt;YUCK PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emili tried to trick me to the pool so that i could be thrown in..but apparently it FAILED!&lt;br /&gt;Then Alyssa [ bass clarinet ] tricked me to the toilet and then to the pool! i was so smart that saw through the whole damn plot and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I STILL GOT THROWN IN!&lt;br /&gt;RAH!&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa was so freaking strong pls!&lt;br /&gt;SHE LOOK SO GU NIANG!&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO!&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS SOOOOO STRONG!&lt;br /&gt;She was like grabbing onto me!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid alyssa!&lt;br /&gt;And HEY!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS I GOT WET!&lt;br /&gt;I made miniature pools on the chairs...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to chrmaine's friends!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT THROWN IN 3 TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;-_-!!&lt;br /&gt;I swear never to go near a pool anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this was all that happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I'LL NEVER WANNA SIT NEXT TO MR SAMMAD ANYMORE!!&lt;br /&gt;HIS BREATH STINKS!&lt;br /&gt;RAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;SICK!&lt;br /&gt;I was late for band due to the learning style course...and i had to sit next to him!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;STINKY!!&lt;br /&gt;I think i should arm myself with breath sprays if not some mints for people like HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told Emili about His breath..&lt;br /&gt;Emili told me not to breathe and asked me why i had to take such a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;I PLAY AN INSTRUMENT WHICH MREQUIRES ME TO BLOW!!&lt;br /&gt;How to blow my instrument when i dun take deep breaths ?! -_-&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;EMILI WAS SO FREAKING TOOT!&lt;br /&gt;I had to be so sarcastic with her that i said..&lt;br /&gt;" WOULDNT IT BE BETTER IF I DUN BREATHE?"&lt;br /&gt;Crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...this is all for me to blog!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;GOODNITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-114001375048417743?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/114001375048417743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=114001375048417743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/114001375048417743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/114001375048417743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-113922914540551429</id><published>2006-02-06T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:32:25.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended so freaking late today! =]&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to band =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I LOVE THE BAND STILL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan called us a sponge which ended up as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SPONGEBOB SQUARESKIRTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out loud!&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine had to call me &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PATRICK STARFISH&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;Then..later  she said i was &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;SQUIDWART&lt;/span&gt; ( however u spell it )..she says it because that squid plays a clarinet!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE PLAYS A CLARINET TOO! -_-!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was &lt;strong&gt;BORING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost&lt;strong&gt; late&lt;/strong&gt; for school again!!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at the wrong time! 6.30??&lt;br /&gt;Not only that...i had to play for morning assembly!&lt;br /&gt;I promised charmaine to be there though..&lt;br /&gt;A promise that has always been there..&lt;br /&gt;If not she will say i suck..&lt;br /&gt;To save the torture i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APPEARED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Had to run up 5 storeys!&lt;br /&gt;6 flights of stairs!&lt;br /&gt;Down again!&lt;br /&gt;JUst to play for pathetic 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay?!&lt;br /&gt;To put it in a nicer way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I CAN SHOW OFF MY SHINY CLARINET TO EVERYONE IN SCHOOL! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its barely 1 month old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing pretty much happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday!!&lt;br /&gt;There was band!&lt;br /&gt;MR SAMMAD CAME! -_-&lt;br /&gt;He had to be our tutor!&lt;br /&gt;He's a good tutor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanyu is a stubborn student!&lt;br /&gt;U can laugh ur heads off seeing Mr Sammad correcting her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr S : " Play with ur instrument closer and look up! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanyu * Plays the clarinet closer with head down *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr S : " LOOK UP!! LOOK AT ME!" * stands on chair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanyu * eyeballs roll up to look at Mr S *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr S :"I ASK U TOO LOOK UP! UR FACE GOES UPWARDS! NOT UR EYES! -_-!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else including Mr Tan &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* LAUGHS OUT LOUD!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I WATCHED :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROTHER BEAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LAST SAMURAI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PETERPAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weekends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M HAPPY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-113922914540551429?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/113922914540551429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=113922914540551429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113922914540551429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113922914540551429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2006/02/gosh-school-ended-so-freaking-late.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-113871602228173264</id><published>2006-01-31T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:00:22.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me, Ernica wishes everyone here a Happy LUnar New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok that..is if someone even drops bu here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This blog is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All because of me! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ang Baos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HUrray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I RECIEVED LESSER ANG BAOS THIS YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This year's new year is pathetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My cousins are obsessed with MAHJONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They're playing since the time they wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;( i dun even know if they brushed their teeth yet :p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They're practically obsessed with it -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I WATCH 3 MOVIES FOR THIS HOLIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Coolness!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I LOVE MY BIG BIG BIG BROTHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I HAVE A`CONFESSION TO MAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I spent $200 in 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just on my new year clothings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SHOPPING WITH JOANNE IS FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SHOPPING WITH EMILI IS FUN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SHOPPING WITH ALYSSA IS BAD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alyssa u better seee thiss!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GET OVER JUSTIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He spoils ur mood which spoils our shopping trip...I WANNA PUNCH HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i know you will cry if i do that..so i shall punch him..another time without u knowiing :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LAAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WATCH CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN 2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ITS SO FUN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LAUGH OUT LOUD PEEPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i dread going back to school tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I WAN A NEW TAGBOARD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shall try and bug emily to help me do it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Her tagboard is NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M FEELING GREEEN TODAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-113871602228173264?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/113871602228173264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=113871602228173264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113871602228173264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113871602228173264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-lunar-new-year-me-ernica-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-113707724811053580</id><published>2006-01-12T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:47:28.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Ah put says he may be getting me the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I-pod Video&lt;/span&gt; i wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah put rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he is considering it..&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he has to pay a HEFTY price..&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt mind considering it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to study for the history test tomorrow although its RIDICULOUSLY late and i have not yet touched my pathetic book which have collected dust by the table since last friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like blogging to fill a GENTLE HOUR...and i will go to bed after studying ...&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..those words in caps are the words that was taught in english today..&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make use of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok..&lt;br /&gt;I admit, it looks weird inside those sentences..but at least i am trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..enough of craping!&lt;br /&gt;Crapping...&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of alyssa..&lt;br /&gt;PANG XIE.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangxie reminds me of chinese lesson today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chinese teacher said more than 30times of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in 30mins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her every sentence is punctuated with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and i were laughing at her and counting all her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so good at it we could practically predict when her next &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is going be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL TODAY IS GREAT, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-113707724811053580?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/113707724811053580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=113707724811053580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School pratically sucked badly.&lt;br /&gt;Its like..CHAOTIC.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're just not use to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classrooms all look the same..&lt;br /&gt;The way they arrange the classroom and design it looks the same..&lt;br /&gt;The way they paint the different levels and the classroom makes them so identical..i cant differentiate the levels the different blocks..and the classrooms&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;Its pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lockers are small.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they ask us to stuff our bags inside.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my mood is bad that's why everythign sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Emili and alyssa and me have decided to go study on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Band is performing on saturday for the Sec1 orientation and i'm happy~&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I love performances!&lt;br /&gt;Although its only 7mins of playing..but still..&lt;br /&gt;At least we're performing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I got an essay to rush!&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;That was being sarcastic...&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;Why will i be happy if i had to rush an essay?&lt;br /&gt;I hate writing essays...&lt;br /&gt;I shall type it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya..&lt;br /&gt;Since alyssa decided to blog about the UNROMANTIC walk i had with her ytd after band i shall blog it out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be romantic but i made it unromantic..hhaha...&lt;br /&gt;I spoilt it by saying..." I NEED TO BUY HIGHLIGHTERS!"&lt;br /&gt;HAha..&lt;br /&gt;then we can't stop laughing..&lt;br /&gt;then...it was no longer romantic after that cause i was crapping..and alyssa is busy laughing -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee~&lt;br /&gt;i m such a gd crapper~!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-113690012814856018?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/113690012814856018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=113690012814856018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113690012814856018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113690012814856018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-sux.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-113445105727673699</id><published>2005-12-13T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T13:17:37.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Announcement To All Visitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My tagboard is currently down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It will be replaced ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If shutting down can make one forget about everything, i will shut down forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If shutting down can change everything, I will shut down all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have shutted down, refusing to let me in..I won't shut down because I will not be able to know when u have woken up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-113445105727673699?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/113445105727673699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=113445105727673699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113445105727673699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113445105727673699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/12/announcement-to-all-visitors.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-113417608046157116</id><published>2005-12-10T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T08:54:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to blog again since so many things happened and i can't keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16-30 November.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;singapore &gt; shanghai &gt; suzhou &gt; shanghai &gt; beijing &gt; shanghai &gt; singapore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there for exactly 14 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fascinates me there wad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously china man and how disgustingthey are..how they can spit 1 HUGE lump of flam next to you while they are walking..and they empty their nose on the floor and uses their shoe to spread it around -.- GROSSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stink like hell too!&lt;br /&gt;Its like ages before they will bathe again!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;Dun go near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing is filled with beggars...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda pitiful...but..they can choose to work instead of begging there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...Shanghai is rather commerciallized...(i think i spelt it wrongly! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;Even in Suzhou... :(&lt;br /&gt;The places of interest is like...shit!&lt;br /&gt;They re-renovated the place so it looks more like..SHOPING AREA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOTZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to beijing was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride there was bad.&lt;br /&gt;Especially for a person like me...&lt;br /&gt;who gets sick travelling in any type of transportation &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great wall was damn fascinating!!&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering how the people could actaullly build such huge wall...&lt;br /&gt;Considering the technology hundreds of years ago...&lt;br /&gt;And how the damned Emperor is willing to sacrifice so many ppl's lives just to build the wall which became useless in the end..&lt;br /&gt;I didnt regret going to the wall..although it was freezing cold n filled with china man up there...it really opened my eyes O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty dangerous up there too~&lt;br /&gt;Scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to loads of places of interest :D&lt;br /&gt;The emperor's tomb underground.&lt;br /&gt;The emperor's palace.&lt;br /&gt;The emperor's praying place.&lt;br /&gt;And many more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought lot of stuffs frm shanghai and all...&lt;br /&gt;Food...&lt;br /&gt;Clothes..&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...&lt;br /&gt;My parent's condo there looks great!!&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoooo~&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my parents who bought 1 of the micest condo there~&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m so going there again after my Os.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to catch the snow at the great wall &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly suppose to look great when it snows...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GENTING TRIP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh!&lt;br /&gt;The trip was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather exciting there..and all that.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;GOLD WITH DISTINCTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hehe:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think our hard work had payed off.&lt;br /&gt;During the past few days before the competition we had secretly met up with the ocnductor as a whole band and sang our parts and practice and correct all the mistakes that we made..&lt;br /&gt;Even before the competition we met and sang our parts..it was rather freeky cause that day...during the accoustic adjustments..&lt;br /&gt;We were really bad.&lt;br /&gt;We sounded like a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;the room was dry and all...&lt;br /&gt;We were not focused and we did not had proper warm ups :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before the ocmpetition we decided to...&lt;br /&gt;BLAST OUT LOUD IN OUR ROOMS.&lt;br /&gt;We did warm ups in the room...&lt;br /&gt;We practiced in the room..&lt;br /&gt;and all..&lt;br /&gt;kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up on stage...and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;TADAHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When it was time to announce the results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather scary...&lt;br /&gt;Many bands got silver and it seemed like it was very difficult to get a gold.&lt;br /&gt;We thought we would get a silver since it was like damn hard to get a gold and even Fuhua got silver when i thought they sounded damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the ocmpetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its wanyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh!&lt;br /&gt;She sucks totally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ransacked my stuff -.-&lt;br /&gt;without asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw me using something and using it on emili and put it back into my luggage..&lt;br /&gt;So she wanted to use it and she ransacked my luggage looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;She happened to just finish bathing and her hands are still wet causing my stuffs to be wet and so i caught her.&lt;br /&gt;zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she do that?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if i din catch her?!&lt;br /&gt;She would be using it like nobody's business!&lt;br /&gt;And it would b so gross to share it with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeewww...&lt;br /&gt;Thank god i caught her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is damn annoying...&lt;br /&gt;She went to someone else's room and lept with them for 1 night leaving me in my stupid room all alone...&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what can happen in there?! -.-&lt;br /&gt;I was so freaking freaked out that i left all the lights on..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lied to me too.&lt;br /&gt;She said Mr Chan would come n check on her later so i had like no choice but to stay in the too and lie to mr cham that she is slping and all that..&lt;br /&gt;if not i could have went to emili's room too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day..&lt;br /&gt;Mr chan happened to know she did not go back to the hotel room and asked me what time she came back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt lie to him..since he already knew the truth..&lt;br /&gt;So i told him that she did not come back at all since last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELT SO BAD TELLING ON WANYU.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know she would be angry with me..&lt;br /&gt;And i did not even plan to tell mr chan the truth when i was tlaking to emili..&lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;br /&gt;but mr chan asked me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;Mr chan..&lt;br /&gt;Scolded..&lt;br /&gt;Wan yu..&lt;br /&gt;IN front of the whole band..&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;wanyu and the girls she slept with...&lt;br /&gt;Started bitching about me -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOTS..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should b the one scolding her for leaving me alone in the room!!&lt;br /&gt;i haven even scolded her for digging my luggage!!&lt;br /&gt;how dare she bitch about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Froget it.&lt;br /&gt;She sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr chan agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is always late for assembly..&lt;br /&gt;She is always putting on make up..&lt;br /&gt;She puts powder and blusher.. and blue eye shadow at the bottom of the eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and she said it was concealer.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks we are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers realised she puts on make up too :D&lt;br /&gt;It is the main reason why she is always late in the morning when we have to assemble before breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAS TO PUT ON MAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wadeva it is...&lt;br /&gt;SHE SPOILT MY WHOLE GENTING TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt believe i actually shared the room with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-113417608046157116?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/113417608046157116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=113417608046157116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113417608046157116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/113417608046157116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/12/decided-to-blog-again-since-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-113134805068873303</id><published>2005-11-07T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:20:50.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Weee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;eeeeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;GAMING STARTS WHEN EXAMS ENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats playing a3 frm morning till night!&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far...i haven left my nice little warm and cosy nest to go shopping with anyone but only Emily.&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun intend to go anywhere with the exception of going to the lan shop!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I FOUND MY LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band this few days have been quite "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;INTERESTING&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still preparign for the competition in genting...&lt;br /&gt;Well..i haven been practicing at home yet -_-"&lt;br /&gt;I think its time i do something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised i cannot continue to game all day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ITS TIME I START WORK! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I CANT HELP PROCASTINATING! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-entry ends here-&lt;br /&gt;Kinda boring but no choice...i lead a boring life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;BUT I LOVE IT AND U CANT DO ANYTHIGN ABT IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-113134805068873303?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/113134805068873303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=113134805068873303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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virus?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;Its suppose to be...VARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenn...&lt;br /&gt;I spotted this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan: " ........STTTTTLIZE...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh...&lt;br /&gt;Its suppose to be...STERILIZE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st i told Jingyi..&lt;br /&gt;Then she started laughing...&lt;br /&gt;Then i told Joanne halfway...&lt;br /&gt;MR CHAN HEARD...&lt;br /&gt;and he said...&lt;br /&gt;"STERRRIIIILIZE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of physics lesson-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne asked Mr Chan :" Is tomorrow's paper ( test) hard?"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan: " no! It's made of paper, how can it be hard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112653460081503572?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/112653460081503572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=112653460081503572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112653460081503572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112653460081503572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-midst-of-physics-lesson-mr-chan.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-112628941133588857</id><published>2005-09-10T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:10:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAND CAMP = INTENSIVE BAND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp was torturous!&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible!&lt;br /&gt;Yuckkkkksss.....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted 2 of my precious days~!&lt;br /&gt;Could have stayed at home and studied~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arhghghggggghhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no bonding sessions...&lt;br /&gt;NO FUN AT ALLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all about playing n playing n playing...&lt;br /&gt;Sectionals and sectionals and sectionals!&lt;br /&gt;Combines and combines and more combines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOUTH HURTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All the playing made my mouth so freaking dry..&lt;br /&gt;Its like cracking?&lt;br /&gt;Ewwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;This holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IS THE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORST HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt; EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid holidays...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112628941133588857?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/112628941133588857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=112628941133588857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112628941133588857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112628941133588857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/09/band-camp-intensive-band.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-112481062503261023</id><published>2005-08-23T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:23:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the world there is only 2 groups of people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The strong and the weak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOw true is that?&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that in game...&lt;br /&gt;I sort off..fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;Its not only in game.&lt;br /&gt;It's a real life thing.&lt;br /&gt;If you;ve got the power, the money.&lt;br /&gt;You will get the support of many people cause people now a days...&lt;br /&gt;Are MATERIALISTIC?&lt;br /&gt;(i tink i spelt it wrongly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You've got the power. You've got everything.&lt;br /&gt;So what if your thinking is evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who cares?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cares about power and blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are weak?&lt;br /&gt;You lose out.&lt;br /&gt;As simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...my stand may not be strong at all to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;Its just something that i was thinking about at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School now a days...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;Finals are coming up and its getting kinda competitive..&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy mugging...&lt;br /&gt;With all the motivation and all..&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel motivated though...&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoe what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Confused state of mind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of don' know what.&lt;br /&gt;I don't look forward to school..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a pretty depressed state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;I failed many many CAs.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round...i am deproving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects i have failed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;E.MATHS&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a good sigh at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-console:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO JUDGE WHERE YOU STAND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT IS THE TIME WHERE YOU PICK OUT THE MISTAKES AND LEARN FROM IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Ernica]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make sense?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;';...;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;because i am afriad of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112481062503261023?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/112481062503261023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=112481062503261023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112481062503261023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112481062503261023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-world-there-is-only-2-groups-of.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-112428692800758749</id><published>2005-08-17T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:55:28.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream out loud!&lt;br /&gt;Scream scream scream in JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;My mood today is much much better!&lt;br /&gt;I am HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;For no reason?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaah...&lt;br /&gt;Mood swings i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really though.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;So..it ain't really mood swings?&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah...who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;I dun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE HOUSE WON FOR THE WALL MURAL COMPETITION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Congrats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our time, energy and money spent on that wall is worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Test test test!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sensitive to the sentence " girls next week"&lt;br /&gt;Becasue........&lt;br /&gt;Teachers usually say..."&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Girls, next week&lt;/span&gt; we will be having a test"&lt;br /&gt;So...there was this day...&lt;br /&gt;Mr chan came in and said..."Girls next weeek"&lt;br /&gt;Before he even finish the sentnce we all shouted&lt;br /&gt; "NO!!!! WE HAVE ALOT OF TESTS NEXT WEEK"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Errrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea who DArla is?&lt;br /&gt;Welll...&lt;br /&gt;She is that girl from finding NEmo.&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the dentist that wore braces and shook nemo violently...&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;That girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll...&lt;br /&gt;Mr chan said she looked like me...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He told the whole class that...&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the band...&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I really look like her?!?!&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.1 think on my list to ponder about.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contacts ain't very comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;Not wearing it tomorrow i guess..&lt;br /&gt;Boohooo..&lt;br /&gt;Shall buy another brand..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....brand is damn ex.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..then why isnt it good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is fishball Day for emily and Joanne..&lt;br /&gt;Everyday they eat fishballs..and talk about it..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;BALLs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's a test.&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;I shud be off to study...&lt;br /&gt;Sooon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;Finals is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;48&lt;/span&gt; days away!&lt;br /&gt;Got to study hard....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i have to give up something...&lt;br /&gt;Like..&lt;br /&gt;GAMING!&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha....&lt;br /&gt;yea...&lt;br /&gt;i Shud stop.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't healthy....&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;br /&gt;HAhahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Iam happy today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NICA IS HAPPY GIRL TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-112410881641147415</id><published>2005-08-15T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:26:56.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS THE WORST BIRTHDAY EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong wrong WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone juust wanna choose to do the wrong thing on the wrong day!&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to happen on 14th!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did i do to deserve all these?!?!&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE IT~!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;ROAR~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE UNDERSTANDS AND NO ONE WILL EVER UNDERSTAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People chose to do the wrong thing on the wrong day!&lt;br /&gt;People make harsh decisions on the wrong day!&lt;br /&gt;People quarrel in front of me on the wrong day!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING JUST WENT WRONG ON MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din wanna blog it in yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;I din wanna cry to bed!&lt;br /&gt;I din wanna think about it!&lt;br /&gt;I DIN WANNA SAY IT OUT LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN'T KEEP IT IN ME ANY LONGER!&lt;br /&gt;I AM TOO LAZY TO WRITE IT IN MY NOTEBOOK!&lt;br /&gt;ITS TOOO SAD....IT MAY TAKE UP PAGES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that day din even existed!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoe what has gone into me...&lt;br /&gt;LIke how the hell would i know?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;In game...&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't any better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KH I WAS IN &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISBANDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst nightmare came true.&lt;br /&gt;2nd time the KH i was in disbanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be lonely in game for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need a new tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;That lousy tagboard of mine is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Its not working.&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH....&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to cry my heart out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112410881641147415?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/112410881641147415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=112410881641147415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112410881641147415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112410881641147415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-worst-birthday-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-112401997147349104</id><published>2005-08-14T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:46:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The sad thing is.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My mom n my sister forgot about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Who gives a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;AT LEAST MY FRIENDS REMEMBERED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hahaha...Thanks to those who remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I HAVE NEW CONTACTS LENS~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Damn damn damn happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I asked for 1 a long long time ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;NOw i finally got 1~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bought lots of sweeets today~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THanks to my cousin~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She paid all of my junks~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAy~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOthing else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OOooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My gaming frens remembered my birthday tooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THNx~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112401997147349104?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/112401997147349104/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>Burnt.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I am burnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sentosa on monday!&lt;br /&gt;Damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;MOnday is a damn bloody freaking wet day~!&lt;br /&gt;All the cumulonimbus clouds...&lt;br /&gt;All the typhoons?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah...too much geography.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;Rain Rain Go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band couldnt perform cause it was raining....&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Was worrying about playing mahjulah n school song.&lt;br /&gt;As usual i dun memorise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellll...everything after the mass was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;The cheerleading was bad.&lt;br /&gt;The red house dancemania thingy was damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR.&lt;br /&gt;Which made us really wonder if we are able to go to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;There wasnt any wet weather plan as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the rain stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a fine weather~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach...like primary school kids again...&lt;br /&gt;ONe whole big grp or red tees...on their way to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played volleyball...&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda bad.&lt;br /&gt;Cause...&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS THE 1ST TIME WE ARE PLAYING VOLLEYBALL.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got dunked into the waters..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand was damn hot!!&lt;br /&gt;i think my feet got smei-barbecued.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt stand in 1 single spot for more than 5 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its hot only to my feet?!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buried wanching n reca in sand!&lt;br /&gt;Took tons of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...We played volleyball with Ang mohs also~!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasnt really fun playing with them...&lt;br /&gt;1st. they were much much better players than us,&lt;br /&gt;       more experience. compared to us amateurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. Cos we were amateurs, we never caught the ball.&lt;br /&gt;         They looked as if they regretted playing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...we told them we weren't good.&lt;br /&gt;So it isnt really our fault right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Sireee taught me how to play volleyball!&lt;br /&gt;NIce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played with some other ppl...!&lt;br /&gt;They asked ***** for her number~!&lt;br /&gt;HAhaah.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girl with many admirers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to shower...and left the place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great!&lt;br /&gt;Although after all the volleyball playing my hands hurt like hell..&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders burnt.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112365103337803516?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-112196122595478641</id><published>2005-07-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:53:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY RACIAL HARMONY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today we celebrated racial harmony day~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It was a busy morning, at least it was busier than normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Instead of the quiet stairway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There was lots of giggles and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everyone was excited about wearing ethnic costumes to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well..those who wore..LOOKED GORGEOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well..I wore too~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I LOOK GORGEOUS AS WELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That was EGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks to Emily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She lent me her beautiful green costume..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She looked pretty too~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was a normal school day today although it was racial harmony day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There wasnt anything special escept for the costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The day ended off badly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CHEMISTRY WAS THE LAST LESSON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I practically hate MRS TAy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Her voice...her looks...arghhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She make me sick~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think i saw too much of her last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Welll....i am not the only one ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Joanne too~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ewwwwww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mrs Tay is horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Seeing her spoils your day totally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1st she asks if i understood anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then i told her i don't she ignores me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thnx~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thenn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Moral Ed. was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Talking about teens going steady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Why shouldn't we go to the park with only you and your date?" teacher asked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Students response...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"COS THERE ARE PONTIANAK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"GOT FLASHER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"LATER HE RAPE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"LATER GET ROBBED!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"AT NIGHT GOT GHOST!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;most of the response are form me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nobody bothered to answer the teacher...so i just came up with lame answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;^__________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway...we had Enrichment Programme after school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was damn cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I suppose it was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was about discovering your personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Discovering yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Unlike those test you takeo n the websites..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The answers they give you is bloody hell correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Damn accurate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are basically 4 types of different characters...&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;I am the one...that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkative&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive&lt;br /&gt;More talk than action&lt;br /&gt;LIfe of the party&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;Charimatic&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;Trusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were strenths...&lt;br /&gt;Now the weaknesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short attention span&lt;br /&gt;Disorganized&lt;br /&gt;Decides by feelings&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive&lt;br /&gt;Inattentive to details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is all..i can list.&lt;br /&gt;Well..its not only this...that we understood...&lt;br /&gt;And this is only part of our character..&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;It was useful.&lt;br /&gt;I understand my fren more now..&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112196122595478641?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/112196122595478641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=112196122595478641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112196122595478641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112196122595478641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-racial-harmony-day-rocks-today.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-112186359061927522</id><published>2005-07-20T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:46:30.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate schoool~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i go to school was never because of the subjects we were taught neither was it because of the teachers!&lt;br /&gt;In fact the reason why i hate school is because of the TESCHERS!&lt;br /&gt;They arethe main reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give us test like nobody's business!&lt;br /&gt;They say that they are preparing us for Os.&lt;br /&gt;They say this, they say that.&lt;br /&gt;They say they have been in our shoes before and understands what we are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;Hello?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Since when was the syllabus in the 80s so heavy as ours?&lt;br /&gt;Since when do the people is the olden times have to study so much?&lt;br /&gt;Since when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know what we are going through.&lt;br /&gt;If  you do.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt be treating us this way.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SLAVES OF EDUCATION.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SLAVES OF THE SCHOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know what we are going through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All u people say is,&lt;br /&gt;Its very easy to study fro ur test,&lt;br /&gt;1st you read&lt;br /&gt;2nd you memorise&lt;br /&gt;3rd you do all the questions in your 10 year series&lt;br /&gt;4th you read all your worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you sit for your test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that ur subject is the only subject we take.&lt;br /&gt;You think we have to time to do everything in 1 go.&lt;br /&gt;You think we are robots.&lt;br /&gt;You think we can do it cause you can say it.&lt;br /&gt;You think its so easy for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE NOT BORN GENIUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT 1 TEACHER THAT SAYS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;ITS EVERY SUBJECT TEACHER~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell do i get so much free time to do all these shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wan us to score distinction.&lt;br /&gt;you want us to do well&lt;br /&gt;you want us to hand in our work on time&lt;br /&gt;you want to do read ahead of u&lt;br /&gt;you want us to complete everything before u even say it&lt;br /&gt;you want us to do everything us say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our lives dont revolve around the school!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say we have alot of time afer schoool..&lt;br /&gt;You say we are only sec3&lt;br /&gt;you say this you say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever thought that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to stay back after school for your extra lesson because you claim that u miss alot of lesson and needed to be caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made us stay back at least 1 hr everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You made us see your face everyday for at least 2hrs and listen to your irritating screechy voice.&lt;br /&gt;You made us HATE the subject.&lt;br /&gt;YOU MADE US SEE YOUR FACE EVERYDAY OF OUR SCHOOOL LIVES.&lt;br /&gt;You made us seee ur face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KILLED THE SUBJECT TOTALLY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You self-centrerd people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are such a good teacher you would have finished everything u need to teach us in the given time and not make us stay back 2hrs a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think we are freaking free.&lt;br /&gt;YOu think we odnt have other commitments and yours is the only one.&lt;br /&gt;You think we are robots that do not feel tirednesss..&lt;br /&gt;You think we have infinite brain capacity to store everything&lt;br /&gt;You think we have the energry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE TIME...&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE ASSUMMING!&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE TIME~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never took a closer look at the situation you are causing.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE NEVER PLEASED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOuwant us to scores distinction so that you can boast to others thatyou are a good teacher and you teach well.&lt;br /&gt;MY ASS.&lt;br /&gt;You don't.&lt;br /&gt;If you are such a gd teacher you wouldnt make us stay back unnesscessarily.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT STAND OYU PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WANNA SCREAM OUT LOUD~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish i could just sleep and never wake up again the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How i hope there are ther way out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna SCREAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can we appreciate what is in out lives now when u all are shoving things at us and all we know is studying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is much more to life we have yet to discover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish my life would end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112186359061927522?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/112186359061927522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=112186359061927522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112186359061927522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112186359061927522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/07/scream-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-112134327322263187</id><published>2005-07-14T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T20:14:33.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH~LALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;famous paper- plane&lt;/span&gt; back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright~&lt;br /&gt;I am full of crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time i updated lots more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt; things have happened, and....i decided to blog it.&lt;br /&gt;Welll....maybe all of it..if i can remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeex.&lt;br /&gt;where should i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since sch restarted dear Joanne has been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my crap absorber&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;She will crap it back to you if its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt; for her.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TERESA&lt;/span&gt;, our clarinet section new SL.&lt;br /&gt;And fellow ASLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HATE CHEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HATE GEOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HATE MATHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declaring my hates.&lt;br /&gt;I was deeply traumatized by MRS TAY.&lt;br /&gt;She is such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;I never in my life had 4 chemistry periods straight!&lt;br /&gt;She is the FIRST to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she spoilt my day.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately. it was not the beginning of the day~&lt;br /&gt;I would rot in class after that.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;ITS WORSE when its after school.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;She was practically screaming at us throughout the whole practical comparing us with 3/1 and say she is not biased..blah blah~&lt;br /&gt;If she is not biased...then why is she comapring?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She make me hate chem.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;She spoilt my day after that.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh,&lt;br /&gt;i just felt like baning my head on the wall after that!&lt;br /&gt;i was traumatized after that and deeeply traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The another one.&lt;br /&gt;MRS LEE.&lt;br /&gt;Best.&lt;br /&gt;Took both our history periods for maths.&lt;br /&gt;WE HATE HER VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;WE HATE HER.&lt;br /&gt;the more she talk..&lt;br /&gt;the more we hated her.&lt;br /&gt;She cant teach and lazy to teach.&lt;br /&gt;Copies everything from the textbook to the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE POINT?&lt;br /&gt;even trainees can do it~&lt;br /&gt;grosss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WAS MRS KUNNA.&lt;br /&gt;Evryday asking when can we stay back for extra lessons!&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE SO NOT FREE.&lt;br /&gt;MRS TAY BOOKED US.&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;G C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOMETIMES...ITS NOT US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ITS THE TEACHERS THAT KILLS THE INTEREST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;laughing kills all the unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i am happy after school ends.&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...went for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;KOREAN NAVY BAND CONCERT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh~&lt;br /&gt;They look so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; on stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...many many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe,&lt;br /&gt;i was gaming as well~&lt;br /&gt;Joanne says i shud stop for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I tink so too.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i should concentrate on more important things now that school has started, there wouldnt be enough to do all the things i need PLUS gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;THNX KATTIBIRE, FREEDOMKINKI, IVANLUO, ARDMAGIC AND QIUZHIHAO FOR THE PANTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pants= armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition and more tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Band and more BAnd.&lt;br /&gt;Test and MOre test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME A BREAK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNNOE WHY THIS ENTRY SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;NOT LIKE WHAT I ALWAYS BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;MOOD SWINGS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112134327322263187?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/112134327322263187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=112134327322263187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112134327322263187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112134327322263187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahlalala-i-am-back-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-112039165839024396</id><published>2005-07-03T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:55:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehehehe...Decided to update since it was like...rotting in here...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I M HAPPY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I had a hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;2. Band was great!&lt;br /&gt;    There was a performance yesterday,although it was HOT but it was much fun. And tiring.&lt;br /&gt;     We also had new band coms. CONGRATZ.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hehee...went to eat wif Joanne...to let her vent her sadnesss...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh...on friday..went to watch ALOT LIKE LOVE. Damn cool show. WATCH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL = TIRING= DREAD= MISSING A3= SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY PEBBLES.&lt;br /&gt;The pretty lady...&lt;br /&gt;Doing good deeeds, killing monters, getting herself killed, sprouting nonsense, cracking jokes that only she laughed, walking here...walking there...daydreaming..and all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH...missing my pebbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-112039165839024396?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/112039165839024396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=112039165839024396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112039165839024396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/112039165839024396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/07/hehehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111762180989319072</id><published>2005-06-01T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:30:09.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEN WAS THE LAST TIEM U TRIED SOMETHING NEW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for you today.&lt;br /&gt;Pondering about the question?&lt;br /&gt;It isnt very hard.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to recall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i tired something new.&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;It was not a big acheivement.&lt;br /&gt;What i did was nothing big and glamourous neither was it small and embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;What i did was useful to myself and to the society.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;To me it was.&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Another question.&lt;br /&gt;"Community involvment programme"&lt;br /&gt;What 1st comes into your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dread?&lt;br /&gt;CIP hours?&lt;br /&gt;CIP again?!?!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;That is what comes into my mind too.&lt;br /&gt;But this time it was different.&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I forced Joanne to do it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us motivates one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to ADA HORIZON.&lt;br /&gt;It's near our school.&lt;br /&gt;Its and old folks home.&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;It is no ordianry old folk home.&lt;br /&gt;Its a day care cantre..&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;The old folks there..&lt;br /&gt;Has..&lt;br /&gt;DIMENTIA&lt;br /&gt;Heard about it before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May i ask..&lt;br /&gt;What's the 1st thing that comes into your mind when i mentioned old people with Dimentia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are forgetful?&lt;br /&gt;They are troublesome?&lt;br /&gt;They are hard to handle?&lt;br /&gt;They are irritating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats what i thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking..&lt;br /&gt;If i cannot tolerate my own grandmother or even my parents and friends.&lt;br /&gt;What makes me think that i can tolerate people like those?&lt;br /&gt;I feared.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid i would lose my temper as always.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid i would just give up...&lt;br /&gt;And so happen.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne felt the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But both of us were willing to try our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing of what i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;The people there ranged from..&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS TO MILD.&lt;br /&gt;They were not what we called troublesome..&lt;br /&gt;They were not irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were normal..&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;On the surface they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were fun people to mix with.&lt;br /&gt;They were nice.&lt;br /&gt;They were intersting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had activities.&lt;br /&gt;We had singing sessions.&lt;br /&gt;We had dancing sessions.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted with the old people.&lt;br /&gt;Although they speak dialect.&lt;br /&gt;But me and joanne could still understand abit.&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes they go out of point,&lt;br /&gt;or they forget what u were saying..&lt;br /&gt;They were nice.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the mild ones..&lt;br /&gt;They can even dance and enjoy thenselves..&lt;br /&gt;They can sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serious ones cannot.&lt;br /&gt;They were sperated from the mild ones.&lt;br /&gt;They were doing totally different activities.&lt;br /&gt;Activities with no life?&lt;br /&gt;All they could do was sit there and do some colouring.&lt;br /&gt;Read some baby books.&lt;br /&gt;or sit there and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I pitied them.&lt;br /&gt;And i worried,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i am going to be like one of them.&lt;br /&gt;I worried.&lt;br /&gt;So did Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad to see them behaving just like a child again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;All we could do was sit and help out.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;This was the day for me,&lt;br /&gt;I did something new.&lt;br /&gt;Something that opened my eye.&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me understand people with dimentia more.&lt;br /&gt;Something that made me feel more for old people and how to handle them with care like a fragile piece of art work.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at those volunteers talking to the people and keeping them entertained..&lt;br /&gt;U feel so much more to help them out.&lt;br /&gt;And do my part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111762180989319072?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111762180989319072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111762180989319072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111762180989319072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111762180989319072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-was-last-tiem-u-tried-something.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111702260278555828</id><published>2005-05-25T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T20:03:22.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am angry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is hogging the good computer all the time!&lt;br /&gt;I want to use it too ok?&lt;br /&gt;I cane back first and obviously i use it 1st..&lt;br /&gt;At least for an hour!&lt;br /&gt;I just came home and went to bathe..&lt;br /&gt;And then she comes home..&lt;br /&gt;She shooos me off the comp..&lt;br /&gt;Its like..&lt;br /&gt;Less than 5 mins?&lt;br /&gt;Pls la..&lt;br /&gt;1st come 1st serve basis!&lt;br /&gt;This computer doesnt solely belongs to you ok.&lt;br /&gt;And u are working in the office all day..&lt;br /&gt;Using the computer all day..&lt;br /&gt;After school i wanna use!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't u let me use!!&lt;br /&gt;Always asking me to use that laggy comp..&lt;br /&gt;That is practically dying..&lt;br /&gt;And i can't even game properly on!&lt;br /&gt;I am angry!&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA USE THE GOOD COMPUTER AS WELL..&lt;br /&gt;What's your problem?&lt;br /&gt;Always hogging the comp..&lt;br /&gt;LET ME USE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U spoilt my day!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Sickening.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when u came home.&lt;br /&gt;Roar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph.&lt;br /&gt;Today..i could have been able to ocme home earlier...&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt becos of the dumb ij heartbeat thingy.&lt;br /&gt;It is totally disorganised..&lt;br /&gt;Time wasting and DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;We went to kallang at like...&lt;br /&gt;12.30?&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;we only played for 10mins...&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn day was wasted..&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;And totally irritated..&lt;br /&gt;So tiring...&lt;br /&gt;So beat...&lt;br /&gt;And come home..&lt;br /&gt;got this kind of stupid nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are older?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;I wan a new computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Too frustrated to even go on..&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Mr chan say i look like..&lt;br /&gt;The FINDING NEMO..&lt;br /&gt;the Dentist's neice..&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;The one with braces..&lt;br /&gt;The naughty one..&lt;br /&gt;The evil one who banged the tank till the starfish drop...&lt;br /&gt;The one who shook the bag with fish in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;I am the one...&lt;br /&gt;Dunnoe why he suddenly think i look like her..&lt;br /&gt;I look like meh?&lt;br /&gt;He say..&lt;br /&gt;i am as naughty, as evil, as noisy and...&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe..wad else..&lt;br /&gt;but he say i look like her...&lt;br /&gt;And her name is...&lt;br /&gt;GALA?&lt;br /&gt;oh...i got retainers..&lt;br /&gt;just like her braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today shall end here..&lt;br /&gt;What a day~&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow there's the IJ HEART BEAT...&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder how many people will be there..&lt;br /&gt;i bet its going to be quite empty...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;as usual..&lt;br /&gt;no one like CHIJ performances..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am the only one..&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;do support the BAND.&lt;br /&gt;it rocks totally...&lt;br /&gt;off to game at the lousy computer..&lt;br /&gt;that my jie is dumping at me.&lt;br /&gt;The one that have problem surfing the net..&lt;br /&gt;the one that hangs all the time...&lt;br /&gt;the lousy one..&lt;br /&gt;that cannot be repaired..&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why does all these shit land onto me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR LORD?&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE U TODAY TO BRIGHTEN UP MY DAY?&lt;br /&gt;ANY GOOD NEWS FOR ME?&lt;br /&gt;ANY HAPPY STUFFS?&lt;br /&gt;OR..&lt;br /&gt;ONLY THINGS THAT ARE DEPRESSING?&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;scream to the lord..&lt;br /&gt;and hope he listens.&lt;br /&gt;and help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111702260278555828?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111702260278555828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111702260278555828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111702260278555828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111702260278555828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-angry-my-sister-is-hogging-good_25.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111702260212016395</id><published>2005-05-25T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T20:03:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am angry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is hogging the good computer all the time!&lt;br /&gt;I want to use it too ok?&lt;br /&gt;I cane back first and obviously i use it 1st..&lt;br /&gt;At least for an hour!&lt;br /&gt;I just came home and went to bathe..&lt;br /&gt;And then she comes home..&lt;br /&gt;She shooos me off the comp..&lt;br /&gt;Its like..&lt;br /&gt;Less than 5 mins?&lt;br /&gt;Pls la..&lt;br /&gt;1st come 1st serve basis!&lt;br /&gt;This computer doesnt solely belongs to you ok.&lt;br /&gt;And u are working in the office all day..&lt;br /&gt;Using the computer all day..&lt;br /&gt;After school i wanna use!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't u let me use!!&lt;br /&gt;Always asking me to use that laggy comp..&lt;br /&gt;That is practically dying..&lt;br /&gt;And i can't even game properly on!&lt;br /&gt;I am angry!&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA USE THE GOOD COMPUTER AS WELL..&lt;br /&gt;What's your problem?&lt;br /&gt;Always hogging the comp..&lt;br /&gt;LET ME USE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U spoilt my day!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Sickening.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when u came home.&lt;br /&gt;Roar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph.&lt;br /&gt;Today..i could have been able to ocme home earlier...&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt becos of the dumb ij heartbeat thingy.&lt;br /&gt;It is totally disorganised..&lt;br /&gt;Time wasting and DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;We went to kallang at like...&lt;br /&gt;12.30?&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;we only played for 10mins...&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn day was wasted..&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;And totally irritated..&lt;br /&gt;So tiring...&lt;br /&gt;So beat...&lt;br /&gt;And come home..&lt;br /&gt;got this kind of stupid nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are older?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;I wan a new computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Too frustrated to even go on..&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Mr chan say i look like..&lt;br /&gt;The FINDING NEMO..&lt;br /&gt;the Dentist's neice..&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;The one with braces..&lt;br /&gt;The naughty one..&lt;br /&gt;The evil one who banged the tank till the starfish drop...&lt;br /&gt;The one who shook the bag with fish in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;I am the one...&lt;br /&gt;Dunnoe why he suddenly think i look like her..&lt;br /&gt;I look like meh?&lt;br /&gt;He say..&lt;br /&gt;i am as naughty, as evil, as noisy and...&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe..wad else..&lt;br /&gt;but he say i look like her...&lt;br /&gt;And her name is...&lt;br /&gt;GALA?&lt;br /&gt;oh...i got retainers..&lt;br /&gt;just like her braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today shall end here..&lt;br /&gt;What a day~&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow there's the IJ HEART BEAT...&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder how many people will be there..&lt;br /&gt;i bet its going to be quite empty...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;as usual..&lt;br /&gt;no one like CHIJ performances..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am the only one..&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;do support the BAND.&lt;br /&gt;it rocks totally...&lt;br /&gt;off to game at the lousy computer..&lt;br /&gt;that my jie is dumping at me.&lt;br /&gt;The one that have problem surfing the net..&lt;br /&gt;the one that hangs all the time...&lt;br /&gt;the lousy one..&lt;br /&gt;that cannot be repaired..&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why does all these shit land onto me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR LORD?&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE U TODAY TO BRIGHTEN UP MY DAY?&lt;br /&gt;ANY GOOD NEWS FOR ME?&lt;br /&gt;ANY HAPPY STUFFS?&lt;br /&gt;OR..&lt;br /&gt;ONLY THINGS THAT ARE DEPRESSING?&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;scream to the lord..&lt;br /&gt;and hope he listens.&lt;br /&gt;and help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111702260212016395?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111692282702100998</id><published>2005-05-24T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:20:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUR CLASS BANNER WON 1ST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;All thnx to the hard work of our class banner ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won for overall..&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry i can't make it there...&lt;br /&gt;I bet it was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;but i had band.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Love band better than netball carnival.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But i want to be there as well..&lt;br /&gt;It is in this kind of situation that u hope u can be in 2 places at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm..&lt;br /&gt;MISS EMILY~&lt;br /&gt;cancelled the kite-flying!!&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Have to understand her competition is near..&lt;br /&gt;and thus got lots of meeting!&lt;br /&gt;And SOOO SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to get the tix for ya!!&lt;br /&gt;I am forgetful..&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;I screwed my mid-yrs.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;but at times ifind myself irresistible!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to thread my eye-brows yesterday with my mummy at little india!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;That's the place where u can get it cheap and done nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Ok..&lt;br /&gt;I am VAIN.&lt;br /&gt;But girls have to be vain!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...thats all for today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Not at all..&lt;br /&gt;oh i wonder if seren is angry with me?&lt;br /&gt;I pangsei her last minute for the mascot thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if she is ok.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I am worried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell ya?&lt;br /&gt;i am gaming nowadays!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;addicted to it..&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;i met someone nice there!&lt;br /&gt;A damn nice kind soul.&lt;br /&gt;That i happen to meet at this beginners place..&lt;br /&gt;My favourite place!&lt;br /&gt;ok..sorry.&lt;br /&gt;So i thank god for meeting such nice human...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;was late for band today!!&lt;br /&gt;laala&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to get out of bed...&lt;br /&gt;Till 7.30?&lt;br /&gt;When i have to be in band room by 8.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i live damn near the school.&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to go to school after suchlong weekends..&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for ij hearbeat!&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to perform!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;only 2 more days!!&lt;br /&gt;ahh..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Ok..&lt;br /&gt;have to stay in kallang till damn late like..&lt;br /&gt;11++?&lt;br /&gt;That means i cant game...&lt;br /&gt;i would be so tired!!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booh.&lt;br /&gt;If only i have a laptop!!&lt;br /&gt;Then can go toilet and game..&lt;br /&gt;And pretend i got terrible constipation or comething like that...&lt;br /&gt;then they can't chase me out of the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;ahh...&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;did forget anything..?&lt;br /&gt;i hope not!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111692282702100998?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111649061019855629</id><published>2005-05-19T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:16:50.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM A FAILURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM A LOSER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can understand how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;i am the one to blame for my own downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is to be blame but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM A SICKENING PIECE OF SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111649061019855629?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111623903243748553</id><published>2005-05-16T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T18:23:52.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOYS ARE BOYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEY NEVER GROW UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO MATTER HOW OLD THEY ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with EMILY~!&lt;br /&gt;Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun until...&lt;br /&gt;3 irritating BOYS came.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;A girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was ok.&lt;br /&gt;The boys wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;They were one bunch of noisy kids.&lt;br /&gt;That i couldn't stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;Like i said.&lt;br /&gt;I am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily could actually joke with them.&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;They are her friends~!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;They were nice.&lt;br /&gt;but too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;And playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering when they will grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met lots of..Ij peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Saw QianQian, Seren,Yoo,Kat, Op and Siree.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Siree was sexy!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Walking around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go window shopping with only EMILY&lt;br /&gt;but was spoilt by..that those 3 guys.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Make so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could just shove an apple into their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day was practically spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;But EMILY was there to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;So it isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;NIca!!&lt;br /&gt;I love nica~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cut my hair again!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Saw GRACE, SARAH &amp; VENN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE's hair!!&lt;br /&gt;She just cut it!&lt;br /&gt;Looks not bad!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalaal.a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am off...&lt;br /&gt;to dunnoe where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111623903243748553?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111623903243748553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111623903243748553' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;Seeing it fly so high just feels so good!!&lt;br /&gt;My!!&lt;br /&gt;You can never imagine!!&lt;br /&gt;The achievement after all the times you have failed.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing it go so high...&lt;br /&gt;just makes you feel successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I felt the success...&lt;br /&gt;The happiness..&lt;br /&gt;And the "fruit" after all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, QianQian and Shuyi went kite flying today!!&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this was the best time I ever had with my 2/4 friends.&lt;br /&gt;We were hardly so close.&lt;br /&gt;So close.&lt;br /&gt;I use to have clicks.&lt;br /&gt;I never spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;We just go town...&lt;br /&gt;And catch a movie..&lt;br /&gt;But even then...&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't with this group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciate them!!&lt;br /&gt;I think we really bonded.&lt;br /&gt;We are closer now.&lt;br /&gt;All the 2/4 people in 3/2.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets get back to the kite flying thing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;Our kite went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 KM HIGH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished 2 yards of string and it wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process was tough!&lt;br /&gt;We tried plenty of times,&lt;br /&gt;And it failed..&lt;br /&gt;only with perserverance...&lt;br /&gt;and determination..&lt;br /&gt;could we get the kite flying..&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting team work.&lt;br /&gt;and the WIND!!!&lt;br /&gt;without it..&lt;br /&gt;it would have denfinitely failed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the wind din really do much of its job.&lt;br /&gt;it was like..&lt;br /&gt;a breeze..&lt;br /&gt;worse then using the paper to fan yourself.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loooove it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt so happy.&lt;br /&gt;We were not only glad..&lt;br /&gt;We felt that we acheieved something.&lt;br /&gt;Although the achievement is small..&lt;br /&gt;But to me..&lt;br /&gt;Be it small or big..&lt;br /&gt;It means alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure the time we spent today.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and...&lt;br /&gt;It really proves that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE WILL ONLY SUCCEED IF THEY HAVE DEMINATION ONE WILL SUCCEED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood its through meaning and the reason behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111599643132684008?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111599643132684008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111599643132684008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111599643132684008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111599643132684008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/05/go-fly-kite-shouting-out-to-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111589166874742698</id><published>2005-05-12T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:57:03.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free!&lt;br /&gt;No longer caged at home!&lt;br /&gt;Just can't feel batter.&lt;br /&gt;Using the comp with ease.&lt;br /&gt;Chatting to friends with peace.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JUST CAN'T FEEL BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I screwed all my papers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My "A"s have all flown away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My "B"s have all flown away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My "C"s are the only ones left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanging in the air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting to drop and land on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am a happy girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered with what's over.&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing about me.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are exams.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went out with Emily, Huishian, QianQian, Joanne and Seren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whee...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great!&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go bowling...&lt;br /&gt;BUT all thanks to emily, it was &lt;strong&gt;cancelled~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to bowl anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;We ate pasta...and eeewww...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST NOT A PASTA PERSON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We had loads of fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Coach Carter"&lt;br /&gt;It was very inspiring and motivating i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN WING WAS LATE!!&lt;br /&gt;Piece of shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAlala...&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping...&lt;br /&gt;TAlked rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ROCK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111589166874742698?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111589166874742698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111589166874742698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111589166874742698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111589166874742698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/05/exams-are-over-i-am-free-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111529541371064489</id><published>2005-05-05T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T20:16:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I now declare i need &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The time would stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that i have enough time to study and practice and revise.&lt;br /&gt;So that i can totally prepare myself for the test.&lt;br /&gt;So that i can have my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So that i can finish everything in time.&lt;br /&gt;So that i can do things at a slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was a robot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that i can work all day.&lt;br /&gt;So that i feel so pain, hunger and no stress.&lt;br /&gt;So that i can have unlimited brain capacity.&lt;br /&gt;So that i have 100% effieciency.&lt;br /&gt;So that i can easily be upgraded and age is no problem.&lt;br /&gt;So that i have powerful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a computer and and all the subjects were just like files that can be easily downloaded into the computer with no hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOw i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am computer that has virus scan to scan all virus and prevent them from deleting my files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a computer with auto-file so that all info are filed up properly and very organised and when ever i need it all i need is to click on that file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a computer with Auto-search so that i can find info as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish I was some electronic device rather than a human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111529541371064489?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111520776988410741</id><published>2005-05-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:07:24.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only Persevere and Determination will get through the tough and tiring week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then it's time to take a break to prepare yourself for another challenging week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what life is all about isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ISn't this what the school is trying to drum into our heads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ISn't this what the school wants their students to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To grow up to be strong people who only knows about life 2 least important factors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If that isnt the case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then why are they focusing only on that 2 factors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of telling us life is filled with happiness and life isn't all about slogging and mugging for exams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isn't this what you call the failure of the education system?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They claim that schools are the important part of a child's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where they learn important life-skills and lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is that the only thing school can teach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERSEVERANCE AND DETERMINATION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the best reason they give is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To prepare you for o'levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is o'levels everything they think about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is PSLE and O'levels everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The educationsystem is a total failure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am frustrated with the way singapore thinks they have succeeded in their education system!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They are totally oblivious to the LIFE-LESS people they are cultivating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the students will only grow up to be determined to compete and persevere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They will only become students who live in the society because they have tons and tons of cerfiticates but nothing about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's the point of living and going to schoool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111520776988410741?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111520776988410741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111520776988410741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111520776988410741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111520776988410741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/05/only-persevere-and-determination-will.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111491305165579804</id><published>2005-05-01T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T10:04:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S INDIVIDUALITY AND ORIGINALITY THAT COUNTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT QUANTITY AND POPULARITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about it when it all started with 2 poeple who called me weird.&lt;br /&gt;That is to make my stand.&lt;br /&gt;To prove that I am not weird but unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a individual &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am original.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111491305165579804?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111491305165579804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111491305165579804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111491305165579804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111491305165579804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-individuality-and-originality-that.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111491278575453364</id><published>2005-05-01T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T09:59:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare i am a pig.&lt;br /&gt;For once.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i woke up at 11...&lt;br /&gt;Then i was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my history book..&lt;br /&gt;I dozed off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Until 3.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was...&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO GO FOR CATECHISM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for catechism as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, surprised, traumatized that it was the RCCL hosting the catchism class.&lt;br /&gt;Piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;1 confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;I havent been going for League since the change of conductor.&lt;br /&gt;Timing just doesnt fit.&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame others.&lt;br /&gt;Blame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather interesting session...&lt;br /&gt;We had to debate whether Godis present in our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphasising on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because..when the people were debating,&lt;br /&gt;They went out of point.&lt;br /&gt;Like talking about angels, hell, apes, devil, etc..&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOTHING ABOUT LIVES.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;The guy sitting directly behind me was damn irritating la!&lt;br /&gt;ATTRACT ATTENTION.&lt;br /&gt;Humph!&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;He is still a KID.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace say i act cute!&lt;br /&gt;She always say that!&lt;br /&gt;MAy be because i am too cute and she is just jealous!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are like that.&lt;br /&gt;Sara and her ah.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ACT like malay ah lian.&lt;br /&gt;Pls la,&lt;br /&gt;Dun look like!&lt;br /&gt;But got originality.&lt;br /&gt;"The dun look like malay ah lian style"&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore mickey stuffs yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Thnx to my jie, if not i wouldnt so many mickey...&lt;br /&gt;Anway.&lt;br /&gt;It's cute k.&lt;br /&gt;MICKEY ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then Gwen say i look like..Mother!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;But this proves that i have the ability to look like any type of human beings.&lt;br /&gt;From...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PUNK to AH LIAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;From...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AH LIAN to AUNTY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad la.&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;Not easy k.&lt;br /&gt;You need skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAVINA&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMELIA&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;They say i got orignality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;I think its true,&lt;br /&gt;Not for me only but for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YOU LAUGH AT OTHERS FOR BEING WEIRD, OTHERS LAUGH AT YOU FOR BEING THE SAME"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this phrase from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMELIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think its true.&lt;br /&gt;I may not dress like malay Ah lian yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i am unique.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way,&lt;br /&gt;I look more ah lian then you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the debate on Whether got is present in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately you would choose the one saying he is present.&lt;br /&gt;Because its the right one.&lt;br /&gt;Not all people experience God in their lives,&lt;br /&gt;What i am wondering is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ When you say you experience God in your life..could it be mere coincidence or God was really there]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was obviously told that God is always with us.&lt;br /&gt;Then what is he doing when we needed his help desperately?&lt;br /&gt;One shall not doubt God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;when u ask me whether i experience GOd im my life.&lt;br /&gt;My answer would be&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sometimes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth...&lt;br /&gt;My faith in God is kinda shaken.&lt;br /&gt;May God lead me the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111491278575453364?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111491278575453364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111491278575453364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111491278575453364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111491278575453364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/05/decided-to-update-i-declare-i-am-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111478609056219060</id><published>2005-04-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:48:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUNK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha...i was just joking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laaaadeeedah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You seriously never know what is going to heppen to you next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kinda addicted to the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" pieces of shit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its soooo IN now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only to me that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh man" Is out of date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shall stop spouting crap and proceed to the most important thing of today's post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is...what happen this week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loads of exciting misfortunes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st. I got "raped" by qian qian in the toilet~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         Can't help it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         I was toooo ATTRACTIVE~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         haha...just joking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Qian Qian would not be attracted to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         It all started when i called emily piece of shit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         And Qian qian droplets of water to form diareahhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         Which is unfortunately, me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          Then so on and os fourth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          Shall omit the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          Then everyone started to come to the Toilet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          However they missed the good show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         The toilet is the best place to hang out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         Where everyone comes alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd. I overselpt and was late for my english mid-yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           Ain't it so sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           But it wasnt too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           Shan't talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           MAkes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY SCREWED IT UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the 2 most important event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering how unlucky can one get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm...what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emily is now BLOACKS OF SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She should be happy that i now promote her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as for Qian Qian..she will remian as water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i will Diareahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qian Qian spoilt my day yesterday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BEginning of the day only...then she say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ernica, you wear the specs today look very weird. Like nerd"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make me so worried ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought my ah lian looks are gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end i asked everyone whether i look like nerd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And they said no!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say i look like Punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ewww..Rather ah lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Huishian Asked me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOu rather poeple call u ah lian then punk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That question struck me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Punk is for cooler people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or at least malay ah lians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I aint cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neither am i a Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being called Punk means u are really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAve sense of fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need someone to confirm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That i look like punk before i go round saying i punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LAter poeple say..i THICK-SKIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i shall stick to Ah lian for the time being!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aint i thick- skin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today...i did something stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cut my hair in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All i wanted was to cut a few strands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one whole BIG bunch of hair started falling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The my whole table was about to be filled with hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In matters of seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And...i started to panick and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swept all the hair on the floor and asked my nice partner whether i look bald or weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then i ran to the toilet...and realised..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THERE IS ONE BUNCH OF VERY SHORT HAIR STICKING OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I seriously need to go to the hair-stylist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TO CUT MY HAIR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;end of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111478609056219060?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111478609056219060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111478609056219060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111478609056219060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111478609056219060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-punk-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111431942159637801</id><published>2005-04-24T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:15:30.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am a happy girl!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lalala...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All thanks to someone nice!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..shall tell you people one &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; incident that happened at the bus-stop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the bus..&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stupid malays...&lt;br /&gt;Shouted:" Wah!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sia!"&lt;br /&gt;And of cos with it came alot of "oi!" "hey"&lt;br /&gt;That was obviously becoause i ignored them!!&lt;br /&gt;I was so freaking &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was supposedly suppose to be an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ah lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Humph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wh&lt;/span&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not let such &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; incident Affect my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am a happy girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hip!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hip!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hurray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Jie together with all the nice nice friends...&lt;br /&gt;Are coming back...But my nice nice friends...&lt;br /&gt;Refer to only...my sister and hamster...&lt;br /&gt;And the other group of guys.&lt;br /&gt;Excluding the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BITCHEs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that apparently also went for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Evil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I am Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala...!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111431942159637801?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111348056146903015</id><published>2005-04-14T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:41:58.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The IJ Concert Band Is A Gold with Honors Band.</title><content type='html'>The CHIJ CONCERT BAND no.107. : SILVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised?&lt;br /&gt;Sad?&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;Angry?&lt;br /&gt;Expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lot emotions in the band room after the results were announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People,&lt;br /&gt;cried,&lt;br /&gt;disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;resigned to fate,&lt;br /&gt;angry,&lt;br /&gt;or just did not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not cry.&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;Not sad.&lt;br /&gt;Not happy.&lt;br /&gt;Just disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it, why people actually cry over a silver medal.&lt;br /&gt;Isnt silver just as good as gold?&lt;br /&gt;Or at least its better than getting a bronze 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE GRATEFUL.&lt;br /&gt;BE CONTENTED.&lt;br /&gt;BUT don't be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band has worked hard,&lt;br /&gt;done their best,&lt;br /&gt;and practiced hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I BELIEVE WE DID THE BEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I BELIEVE IN THE BAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE THE BAND JUST LIKE HOW I LOVE THE BAND BEFORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT THIS TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S DIFFERENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I TREASURE THE BAND MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The band was never about medals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The band was never about competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about gaining new experience, new knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about doing their best and never regret.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about performing.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about going for concerts.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about bonding.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about having fun.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about playing to the best.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about working hard and playing hard.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about learing new rythms and melodies.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about working and playing as a team.&lt;br /&gt;The band was always about unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band unites beacause they believe in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 BAND, 1 SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;1 HEART, 1 MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band is still young.&lt;br /&gt;Its only the 3rd SYF.&lt;br /&gt;The band is growing.&lt;br /&gt;It WILL do better in the years ahead.&lt;br /&gt;It will continue to improve.&lt;br /&gt;and I always believe the band will work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew all along...&lt;br /&gt;that the band was about playing,&lt;br /&gt;learing and gaining important lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Mr Sim's departure,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to not take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how important it is to treasure one's presence.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;learning how to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;There may be unhappiness,&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty and doubt.&lt;br /&gt;But the as human beings,&lt;br /&gt;we learn how to overcome,&lt;br /&gt;and make best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the SYF competition,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt important experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt new knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to overcome challenges.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that the band was not about individuals.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i am glad, happy and contented...&lt;br /&gt;For i have made the right choice...&lt;br /&gt;For joining the band.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be more grateful for what the band has thought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its a silver medal band.&lt;br /&gt;It's still a band afterall.&lt;br /&gt;We dont carry the medal everywhere we go.&lt;br /&gt;We shouldnt be saying that we wasted our time.&lt;br /&gt;We should look at the situation with a positive mindset.&lt;br /&gt;We should learn from our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;We may not ba able to make it this time.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another chance.&lt;br /&gt;Most important thing is....&lt;br /&gt;We grow as a band and learn from our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band may be a silver medal band...&lt;br /&gt;To me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS NOT THE COLOUR OF THE MADAL THAT MATTERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS THE &lt;strong&gt;NEVER ENDING PERSEREVERANCE&lt;/strong&gt; OF THE BAND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT MATTERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The band will always be a gold medal band with honors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am proud of the IJ CONCERT BAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thank the band....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that i have learnt..&lt;br /&gt;For all that i have been through.&lt;br /&gt;For the times i had.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful, I joined the band.&lt;br /&gt;I will work hard...&lt;br /&gt;to repay the band for whatever they have given me...&lt;br /&gt;the knowledge, the experience.&lt;br /&gt;I will use all these important factors...&lt;br /&gt;To make myself a better player...&lt;br /&gt;A better band member.&lt;br /&gt;I love the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111348056146903015?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111348056146903015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111348056146903015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111348056146903015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111348056146903015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/04/ij-concert-band-is-gold-with-honors.html' title='The IJ Concert Band Is A Gold with Honors Band.'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111332383096365134</id><published>2005-04-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:37:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today...there was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;1st 2 periods!!&lt;br /&gt;It was great!!&lt;br /&gt;I was happy!!&lt;br /&gt;I shall declare my love for band!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was PE.&lt;br /&gt;I was playing badminton.&lt;br /&gt;I was a lousy.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the school team players.&lt;br /&gt;ME and JOANNE.&lt;br /&gt;The power of the BANDERS,&lt;br /&gt;Were lousy at aiming.&lt;br /&gt;I missed by 1cm.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was chinese CA.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling well then.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote many many wronf words,&lt;br /&gt;That i cannot forgive myself for&lt;br /&gt;the mistakes i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my Physics test results.&lt;br /&gt;It was badly done.&lt;br /&gt;I bet it was filled with careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had nice recess with bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;Ate with mice Huishian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was physics.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan was in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because of the band's&lt;br /&gt;performance in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;He got lots of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was English.&lt;br /&gt;Total Slack.&lt;br /&gt;Total waste of my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The was SPA.&lt;br /&gt;I was lousy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;So unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan sat in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I did some stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I took damn long.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;I bet Mr Chan knew i did know anything.&lt;br /&gt;I was slow.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted lots of money today.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;In the Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Felt stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no paper.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt find my stockings.&lt;br /&gt;I was bloody annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted alot of time.&lt;br /&gt;What to do.&lt;br /&gt;I am slacking.&lt;br /&gt;I havent been working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It time to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;PUt everything aside.&lt;br /&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;DO your best.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Andrew Military Band.&lt;br /&gt;Gold with Honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our band get Gold.&lt;br /&gt;May my section get new,&lt;br /&gt;Clean and shiny&lt;br /&gt;Instruments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did'nt want to update.&lt;br /&gt;Till i found out...&lt;br /&gt;That there is just somebody...&lt;br /&gt;Who cares..&lt;br /&gt;Who reads..&lt;br /&gt;And Gives support.&lt;br /&gt;Her care...&lt;br /&gt;Touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;To have her as my&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111332383096365134?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111332383096365134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111332383096365134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111332383096365134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111332383096365134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/04/today.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111321541793395530</id><published>2005-04-11T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:30:17.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;headaches&lt;/span&gt; every now and then!!&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said it was due to stress.&lt;br /&gt;Last year was gastric.&lt;br /&gt;This year is HEADACHE.&lt;br /&gt;Next year?&lt;br /&gt;I also have sleeping problems.&lt;br /&gt;I call it a DISORDER.&lt;br /&gt;I am a a person full of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;I have So many problems.&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anymore As.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am not right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the slightest idea of what i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want good results anymore,&lt;br /&gt;It cost me my health and many more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANNA BE HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111321541793395530?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111183600018280946</id><published>2005-03-26T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:25:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="230" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/blackpebble/blog/Untitled-1copy.jpg" width="401" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111183600018280946?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111183600018280946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111183600018280946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111183600018280946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111183600018280946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/03/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111176248629697432</id><published>2005-03-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:54:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cant wait to go for band tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate staying at home and study all the time..its time to get some life in band..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall stop banding all the time..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watched movie today!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111176248629697432?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111176248629697432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111176248629697432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111176248629697432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111176248629697432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/03/cant-wait-to-go-for-band-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111167596687755222</id><published>2005-03-24T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:52:46.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOFTLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACCUSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of playing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOUDLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Sounded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUDITIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRRITATED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Germaine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUNCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with Wanyu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most importantly i realised......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; BAND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111167596687755222?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111167596687755222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111167596687755222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111167596687755222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111167596687755222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/03/today.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111150556112143471</id><published>2005-03-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:32:41.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i felt very lonely today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111150556112143471?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111150556112143471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111150556112143471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111150556112143471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111150556112143471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-felt-very-lonely-today.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111141086760214734</id><published>2005-03-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:14:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SCREWED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my A.maths test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111141086760214734?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111141086760214734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111141086760214734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111141086760214734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111141086760214734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/03/guess-what-i-screwed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111130938923165418</id><published>2005-03-20T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T17:03:09.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; MY CLARINET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111130938923165418?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111130938923165418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111130938923165418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111130938923165418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111130938923165418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-my-clarinet_20.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111130935990580974</id><published>2005-03-20T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T17:02:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;MY CLARINET!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111130935990580974?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111130935990580974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all of a sudden i have an urge to blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111130784005722081?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/111130784005722081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=111130784005722081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111130784005722081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/111130784005722081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-all-of-sudden-i-have-urge-to.html' title=''/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-111010775741176886</id><published>2005-03-06T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:15:57.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adventure.</title><content type='html'>The camp was great.&lt;br /&gt;But i still hate camps.&lt;br /&gt;Never liked camps except for band camp.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is to play your instrument.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike adventure camps.&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting tanned, turning into a roated chicken.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer steam chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The camp was great.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how simple games can actually bond the class.&lt;br /&gt;However i was scolded a spoiler by someone insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt accept the fact how simply the word came out of that person's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;It made me think how insensitive one can get.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that our class has got lots of leaders.&lt;br /&gt;But they were not able to show their leadership qualities because of some people,&lt;br /&gt;who never gave a chance to others to voice out and to lead.&lt;br /&gt;They always fight to lead.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;Moral of story?&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who are selfish,self-centred.&lt;br /&gt;They don't bother  about others but themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I went for the camp unknown about others..&lt;br /&gt;But i came home knowing their true colours.&lt;br /&gt;I got haunted.&lt;br /&gt;I regret going for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Although it bonded us..&lt;br /&gt;But i have a sense of fear getting.&lt;br /&gt;Going to school is a dread..&lt;br /&gt;Camp was indeed a way to show us their true colours..&lt;br /&gt;Our instructors were nice people.&lt;br /&gt;Dewei and nyan.&lt;br /&gt;The campfire was great.&lt;br /&gt;There was a sense of happiness seeing the classes so bonded..&lt;br /&gt;and having so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well..&lt;br /&gt;rafting, dragon boating..and all the ropes and intiative games..&lt;br /&gt;All the while..along the way..&lt;br /&gt;I noticed how people changed..how they fell more for themselves then others..&lt;br /&gt;How each and everyone is different..&lt;br /&gt;How each and everyone stand out..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..i was called ah lian by the instructors..&lt;br /&gt;Wanna fight?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;All the jokes..all the stories..&lt;br /&gt;All the thinking..&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;All i know..i got darker&lt;br /&gt;and i got burnt.&lt;br /&gt;All i know..i hated camps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-111010775741176886?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110873782735700955</id><published>2005-02-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:43:47.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIke Butterflies...</title><content type='html'>One week has just past..and its the 2nd month of school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to be be flying very quickly...and indeed..it passes very quickly..i use to dread school because it passes so slowly..you seem to be able to feel the whole full minute that has just passed..but now hours fly like minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday i was dreading school and now its friday..isnt it like fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..the whole week i have turned into a semi-nocturnal animal..has been sleeping at 2.30 am..and the weird thing is i stayed up so late to do other non-important things than study..like designing the class t-shirt which took me practically 3 whole days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sim left..Mr Tan came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a wolf..and thats the bad part...his eyes are weird looking and he is extremely tall..and his has weird mouth shape and weird conducting ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be conducting in 1 n 2 n 3 n 4 n..which is really confusing..unlike MrSim..anyway..he is going to be with us for dont know how many years more..hopefully until SYF has past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is buying new mouthpieces for some of the people in the section..and blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He disgust me totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You only call me sir."  and " We are teacher-teacher relationship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if i wanna even greet him, and neither do i wanna be his friend or even to know about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..band is fun...but its made up of 70% sectionals and 30% combine..and they are even cutting down the hours of band practice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE THE ONES THAT SAID SYF IS ROUND THE CORNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet they want lesser band practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT THEM!&lt;br /&gt;BANG YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AND WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never had so little hours of band and worst still most of it is made up of sectionals which is like 45% productive..and lesser and lesser combines..and more and more sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLo?!?! for the concert we din even have like so many sectionals!!! We have combines all the time! Mr Sim is there all the time..unlike this Mr Tan..who is here for only 5 hours..he spends only 5hrs with the band the whole week compared to Mr Sim who spends like 11 hours with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also filtered the band..and some of the people in the section got filtered away which was very sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENIORS ARE BIAS. I HATE THE SENIORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT ALL THE SENIORS IN MY SECTION. I HATE EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all are bias...whatever action you take has consequences and have you ever thought about it? Every single thing you say about the people in the section counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENIORS IN MY SECTION IS BLINDED BY PRETTY AND GOOD PLAYERS HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ALL BLIND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad that my seniors cant see for themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been quite bad..failing CAs after CAs...and i cant be bothered..its all the careless mistakes i made..and shit my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT THE SENIORS OF MY SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and band ROCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110873782735700955?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110873782735700955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110873782735700955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110873782735700955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110873782735700955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/02/like-butterflies.html' title='LIke Butterflies...'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110802949057268007</id><published>2005-02-10T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:58:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankness</title><content type='html'>I really feel disgusted about the things happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop myself from walking into the situation and walk out as if nothing has happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes take so long to accept the situation and sometimes I jsut accept it knowing its fate playing tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do things happen?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng always says that " Things happen, happen for a reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry i have gotten over that band thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now something else has happened and i suppose its going to be a turning point in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is going to change everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something major happened yesterday...and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there people shouting at the top of their lungs " YUM SENG" in my dark quiet soul...its calling for help..screaming for things to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do things happen at a wrong time? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesnt God tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did knock on the doors of trouble..it was them who knocked on mine.&lt;br /&gt;I expected opportunity to come..who would in turn expect for trouble to turn up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst chinese new year ever celebrated..despite of the aount of red packets i recieved..despite of the amount of money given to me..it will not be able to earse all the things that has happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not give us another chance..neither can we go back in time and try it out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is done is done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt nothing. But I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110802949057268007?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110802949057268007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110802949057268007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110802949057268007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110802949057268007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/02/blankness.html' title='Blankness'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110788776429518913</id><published>2005-02-09T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T02:36:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White.</title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long long since i updated..and i doubt anyone dropped by..there was no one tagging my board so..i assume..prove me wrong then if you visited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am very very sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That phrase was said by me to so many people and so many times that i wasnt able to count it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to band on monday..happily after A.maths test rushed for band..and realised they were having sectionals..something unusual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While setting up my instrument..i was wondering..when is Mr Sim coming..because i seriously hate having sectionals on monday..and after such a tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the worst part was..at 4++ while i amstill wondering if Mr Sim is having a big break or has he forgotten today is monday because he takes full band on mondays..and hardly so late..then Miss Tan announced that he has left the band when minutes ago i was still wondering where the hell is Mr Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Miss Tan finished her 1st sentence..i can tell you that i almost cried..almost. I wasnt fighting back my tears tho..i just felt that at that moment..it was so disppointing but its good that he is leaving because since he hates the clarinet section so much i hate him as well and so nothing to be sad about..so no tears came out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end..i am just decieving myself. I knew that its the band's lost that he is leaving. HE was the one that led us to the 1st competition if i am not wrong, and then to the second one. He helped the band to take the 1st step into achieving something. He made the difference in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many a times..we were told not to take things for granted..but we cant be bothered..and this really made me realise what that simple phrase means in reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught us so many things..he made so much difference in us..he found hope in the band..he gave the band a hand in achieving what was so called impossible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tolerated our nonsense...he tolerated us in so many ways..&lt;br /&gt;every now and then we are restless during band, he trued his very best to crack lame jokes which most of the time is unsuccessful..but at least he tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did so many things for the band..and so is it the time now to do something back for him?&lt;br /&gt;i suppose so. To get the gold medal. isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant accept the fact that the next time i come for band..and the one standing in front is not him anymore..and having to greet a totally different human..and getting use to his conductiong methods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant accept the fact and refuse to as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..if Mr Sim truly loved the band which i dont think is the case he wouldnt have left the band now..when the competition is in 2 months time and we are not fully prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He treats us like a piece of shit! He just throw us at a corner as and when he likes it..and what now? We are now begging for someone to pick us up? This is total crap..if the band doesnt get the gold he is partially in the wrong as well. Afterall..he left the band..so i doubt he even cares if the band has got the gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he have to go for some conducting thingy..but if i am not wrong its in august!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the other schools he is teaching..he decided to give our up..what a wise decision i must say. Are we that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people told me that..he couldnt stand us anymore. Our conduct..and our playing skills..if that is the case..then he is in the wrong as well..it's his reponsibility to change us and not because we are getting out of control and dump us there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make sure he gets haunted and regrets leaving the band!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IJ BAnd is not as bad as he thinks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the band is bad..HE IS A HUNDRED TIMES WORSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stand it. I am really really sad and angry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates the clarinet section so much..and yet most of the clarinetist feels sad. He is indeed bias..but people still feel sad, disappointed and angry that he left..although he is lame..but people still misses him and the jokes that he use to crack..although he isonly known to the band but others thatare not in the band feels the sadness within the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates our section like hell..insults our section a week before concert..saying we are  going to be the destroyers of the concert..but still people does not hate him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hated him for he left the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually..its the band that dont deserve him..he is indeed a very good conductor. Don't you agree? My FAther do..and so does my sister..she says he posesses a x-factor..which means that you can feel that he is unique and special by the way he dress, talks and conducts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others agree as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He belongs to a gold medal band and not us..its no wonder he left us as well..maybe we were just too lousy for him..but isnt his job making us a better band and get a gold which he is suppose to belong to, a gold medal band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all inside me,,its something no words could explain and no matter how many ears you have told to..you will never be able to get the feeling out. Its too sad. I feel like i can tell the whole world about it and make them depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its as if the sadness is so intense. Maybe to me it is a very big blow or maybe its something small..but i just cant accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because i took it for granted..i think i seriously did..i always thought he would be there the next practice..and i always that even if he were to leave that would be the day he retire..and he will never leave the band..for i thought he had hopes in the band. But who knows..i was just living in my own world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks i have been having dreams..of nothing but the band. It's freaky but its ture and it haunts me whenever i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew something bad was going to happen..i thought something bad was going to happen to me..i thought i was going to be punished or i have to change my instrument or i have been kicked out of band..but nothing happened to me but to the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew something was wrong..a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indeed very sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 to 5. 5being very sad..1 being very happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer would be 5. and it will be till i dont know when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how i am going to open my mouth and greet the future conductor of the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been in the band for 2 years..i have gone thru 2 concerts and many performances with mr sim..i find him a truly amazing person. it is something i dont think i can deny neither can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never in my life met someone who could play almost all the instruments in the band until i came to know about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sad..and its chinese new year..but no matter how many hongs baos irecieve today..nothing can change my mood nor the situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettiong over it is so difficult..i just cant cry it out cos its not worth crying about but feeling sad is not worth it too..bu i just cant get it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FRUSTRATED!! I NEED SOME EXPLANATIONS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET THIS DAMN THING OFF MY HEAD!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM VERY SAD!!! does anyone undertsand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a brain wash...&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was one human with no emotions..no feelings just like a robot, things would be much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also seeral things happening in the band among my section..maybe some of you are unaware..but i cant get along with the SL. I dont know if i am making things difficult for you or you are the ine making it difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do things according to your ways and never asked me about it..yes i am no biggie i am just the ASl which just plainly stands for ASSIGNED.STUPID.LOSER isnt it? Carrying chairs for you, carrying stands for you, carrying this carrying that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this. Sometimes you make my time so difficult that i feel like hacking off your head..and smashing it! You are totally bias and blind, inconsiderate and hell gosh you think you know everything! Worst of all you think you are the best player in the whole damn section which is wrong!!! thats because there is someone better then you. YOU ARE SO BIAS. YOU ONLY CARE FOR JUNIORS WHO ARE PRETTY, BUBBLY AND WHO CAN PLAY WELL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont deny you ass..its so obvious..everyone knows and others are not blind like you, they can see and the have feelings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BLOODY BLIND FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE WARNED.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SO GOD DAMN SMASH YOU HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;who are you to stop me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..i know you hate me too. Its no secret. Dont ever think that i will be a nice angel forever because the disguise will soon fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110788776429518913?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110788776429518913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110788776429518913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110788776429518913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110788776429518913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/02/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White.'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110527869291851456</id><published>2005-01-09T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:51:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oOps.</title><content type='html'>Backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy practicing my clarinet. Haven touched a clarinet for 2 whole weeks..Let me emphasise that i haven touched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; clarinet. It's A clarinet..not my clarinet like i always use to say..cos it's not my clarinet but Mr Chan's friend's clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yamaha..and it's plastic!! My gosh..its so shiny!!! The big problem is that..it's very hard to play..and the sound dont sound nice..doesnt sound as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..my clarinet sent for repair and it's not back yet..and i have to stick with that darm clarinet until mine comes back..hopefully this comming week cos nobody wants to use that darn clarinet cos its so hard to play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week of school..i was late once almost late twice..and early twice. On wednesday i reached school just in time when i thought i am so gonna be booked for being late and woah..i wasnt but i couldnt find my class during assembly..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..i was late on thursday..haha..i woke up at 6.40..left the house at 6.50 and the 1st bus came at 7++ and the next bus which brings me to school comes at 7.30++..and my watch is 8 minutes fast but still no matter what i am so late..haha..even missed Majuhla..and all the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..school was okay..changed timetable twice and it's weird why my class timetable have physics and chem together in one day..makes the bag real heavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan is going for reservist..haha..then i am going to have a relief teacher for Physics..and i heard he is really lousy compared to Mr Chan..oh wells. what can the school do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..my social studies teacher, Mrs Fam sucks like hell..she onlyhad one period and she talks crap the whole period like..i am teaching you how to scan and all the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Chemistry..i dont get a single shit and my chemicalformulas are shitty..so darn lousy..must brush up my skills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs lee that teaches me A and E maths teaches like a train rushing to hell..i couldnt get a shit..but everyone gets it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My retainers got so loose that one sidecam drop off when i eat stuffs like sweet..hehe. i wore it for less than a week.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Kunna teaches Geog real well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher talks alot of crap compared to cheng wei. but guess wad? i prefer cheng wei although she is bitchy..you see..i am moreuse to her teaching and she understands our class very well not like this new teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for Band the sec 1 recruits are having practices on thursday..which means i have band 4 days a week..which is totally taking up too much time. The other 3 days of band are compulsory..abd blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had clarinet lesson today...learnt more basic stuffs..but the thing that is different today is i used a different mouthpiece to play..a better one..so much better than the school's. It sounded better too..hehe..told my dad bout it..and he says i could get it. But the thing is i did not ask him whether i can buy it..i just told him how good it is compared to the one i bought last year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time i can have my own clarinet already..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAd said that to learn a intstrument properly you need all the appropriate stuffs and obviously the good ones right..good musicianship? haha..no wonder my dad bought so many guitars..which cost so many Ks..and even went overseas to buy it and even bought an air ticket for the guitars..hmm..should learn to be like him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time should ask him when i am getting a clarinet.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..er trying my very best to update everyday..my sister has been hogging the computer everyday..hardly have any chance to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go for legion again..its the dunnoe how many times i haven been attending..gonna get a scolding for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er..having a chem quiz next tuesday..i will see if ihave the time then i study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..thats it? Long post? like durh rite? It's one week i haven been blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..this coming saturday there is sec1 orientation!! We are performing!! But but..we are playing the boring pieces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok..thats it..going off to print the school timetable then off to play the clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110527869291851456?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110527869291851456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110527869291851456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110527869291851456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110527869291851456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/01/oops.html' title='oOps.'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110467250582973608</id><published>2005-01-02T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:28:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit!</title><content type='html'>hI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report number1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is opening tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**k the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I cant wait for the next November to come. Obviously..looking forward to going to Shanghai..again..and staying in my new house there!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..back to the damn school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what school will be like for me. Gonna meet new friends? Cant believe it. Gonna adapt to new life again. Wonder how the people in my new class will be like. bah~ hate to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope it is so gonna turn out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahs. Anyway..Tomorrow gonna play Mahjula. Er..not for me but the rest of the band members. see..i havent got my instrument back from the repairman..so i will be playing the air. Haha. Wonder wdas so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. almost frogot to blog it in. I got my retainers done. Pretty cool. Ok, it hurts!! Couldnt bite my food properly, and that is for yesterday. Today got kinda adapted to it so i did not bother chewing my food and just swallowing it down. what a way to adapt huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people must be thinking what straight teeth Nica has and yet she still put retainers..Let me explain now!! I play the clarinet and thus..the mouthpiece causes my teeth to move. And so i gotta to put it to prevent it from moving. Cool eh? Hurts i tell you. It sucks when you eat with it..all the food gets stuck all ove the retainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok..enough about the retainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am so not going to blog anymore..or at least so often..bah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok..i am so thinking of what i am going to do tomorrow during band with no instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my fringe..no my mother did. Kinda short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok..enough enough. End of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy School Day tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag my board for those who did not tag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said enough of blogging!! It's getting draggy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..fingers kinda got out of control..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110467250582973608?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110467250582973608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110467250582973608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110467250582973608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110467250582973608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/01/shit.html' title='shit!'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110457681759313122</id><published>2005-01-01T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:27:56.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!!</title><content type='html'>HI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been blogging for 2 whole weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. It's been a really long time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..for those who did not know where the hell i've been..i am so telling you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Shanghai, Beijing, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Macau and HongKong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..been to lots of places in 2 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Summary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;Damn Freaking cold..My God i was like freezing once i left the airport. Hands were painful..althou i was like already wearing my golves..and it was a really beautiful sight. All the buildings and shopping..we din do much shopping there..it is more of walking..and sight-seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;It is too freezing..like was the hell..was already wearing layers of clothing and all those essentials but nothing keeps us warm..boohoo..hand was aching and food never tasted so nice to me before when i was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shenzhen.&lt;br /&gt;Here..nothing to see. Kinda boring. Sight-seeing too..and freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. the temp. here was like much better. At Shanghai, beijing they were all near or below 0 degrees..certainly was cold..however when i reached hongkong i was pissed like shit i felt so hot.&lt;br /&gt;That lady that shared the same tour bus as us to the hotel was so annoying. Ok..we did not take a tour, we were by ourselves juat that the bus gives us free rides to the Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lady. She is totally gross..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time i saw her...i hated her..her inconsiderateness..and her stupid expression.&lt;br /&gt;Then she talk to us on the bus as if we knew her for years. I took pictures and she said i ahd no taste in taking pictures!!! i was so bloody annoyed and she kept talking and giggling and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this. If i have no taste in taking pictures how the hell will i be asked to go to AEP.&lt;br /&gt;Hello?!?! I was asked like more than 5 times..in 2 years? By 2 different teacher? Hello?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock!! Knock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i am showing off here..but even if you dont like the way i take the pics than don't tell the person! Not that i am her daughter or anything like that. I am so not related to her! Even my parents did not even say a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i did not bother about that bloody bitch and besides i never saw her again!! Haha..must have been struck by lighting. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spent my christmas at Hongkong..ok i only spend like 1 or 2 days in each place..in shenzhen and guangzhou only 1 day..cos its like totally nothing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of things to see..we were staying in kowloon..and stayed in the city...so it was bloody convenient to find food and shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad and Mum..shopped till 12 midnight and we left for shopping which includes breakfast at 10am and of cos on the way there was eating. It was like alot of eating. and we ate supper at 11pm. haha..i put on weight i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought lots of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really liked the way the teen dress there totally funky. Not like Singapore..totally Ah Lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there was this nite it was ariund 12 and i was hungry so we stopped over at the restaurant opposite the hotel..and who knows we met some Ah Bengs..and their Ah bengs are like the ones you see in the shows just that they din have the Lao Da( Big boss) and pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Wend ordered Sprite lemon..then the lady just take the sprite on the table then passed it to us..then the Bengs scolded the aunty and said that they ordered the sprite first and she shoudnt give the sprite to Aunty Wend..my gosh..they very calculative. And the worst thing was Nxt to our hotel there is this Big Disco for all the Bengs and Lian..and every morning we left the hotel to find drunkards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took ferry trips, tram rides and bus rides..to shop all over hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the most time in Hongkong..then took ferry to Macau, however we did not stay there cos it was hell boring with all the sight-seeing and it was cold as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back on the 31st morning..took the 12 o'clock flight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..i think if the people were to invent better way of tramsport i delcare they invent better planes..it's like very suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i get Plane sickness..i skept thru all the plane rides and all their meal time. I also wished they have better food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate taking Hongkong's Mtr...my gosh..walk long distances and all the people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefer taking ferries and trams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok..that's it i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i updted my pictures as well, have a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;******************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I Wish Everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It has been a long long year..however the past is now gone and let the New Year Begin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I shall share with all my fellow friends my new year resolution!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. Study Hard. Very Hard. After all the playing abd hliday trips..it's time to study. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. Play hard! Contradictiing myslef? Haha..i was finished. I meant play hard as in play my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;instrument!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do not play minesweeper so much. I have been like so addictied to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. Lets not use the comp so often..so my blog readers..no everyday posts to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. I think this is very important. Pray more. Less Sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. Behave myself in school..and not mess with the teachers. Eg. My favourite thing to do. Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;against Tan Aye Leng. oOps. Shall stop that nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;7. Quit talking rubbish in class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. Lets say..get along with my new horrible classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;9. Not get involved with class decorations or anything class stuffs..and be a normal student..that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; is invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. Tolerate others..and not be mean and lose temper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;11. Listen to others. i.e listen to anything like gossips. However..don't leak it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;12. Badmouth poeple in silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;13. Not lose temper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;14. Excercise more often..getting fat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15. Study Hard!! ok i am repeating myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;16. Be oraganized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that's all. whew..finally done. Alot isn't it. haha. I finished sharing mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now it's your turn to share it with me. Type your new year resolution at the tagboard!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110457681759313122?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110457681759313122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110457681759313122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110457681759313122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110457681759313122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2005/01/back_01.html' title='Back!!'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110337147232510364</id><published>2004-12-18T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:37:27.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-huh.</title><content type='html'>Gosh. When is the 16th of December 2004 a workout day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are like supposedly suppose to be performing in front of wheelocks place. But instead you can we were making a fool of ourselves or you can say Mr Chan made us slaves. Either one is the Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowns because when we reached Wheelocks place it was raining. Then loaded all the instruments, the stupid ugly blue chairs. The moved them everywhere. Later on we were told we were to wait for the rain to stop and blah blah. Later rained stopped we were to set up files and stands and then our instruments. When we were like tuning ourselves the rain started. We havent even played the instrument more than 5 minutes, we had to pack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaves because Mr Chan did not even help us with any of the moving of chairs and intruments!!&lt;br /&gt;We had to move the chairs and instruments from one end to the other end!!! All he did was the scolding part which was the easiest!! He scolded us non- stop ordering us here and there. He not only did not organize the things properly and made us move the things to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAter on when the rain subsided we can't perform anymore! They said we are all too tired to play and all that excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate performances!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started practice at 12.15 when we can just cancel the performance and start practice at 7.45 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent like 3 hours at wheelocks place there moving the chairs and instruments all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left school at 2.30 reached there at 3 and later at 5.30++ then we left that bloody place. All we did was moving and moving. Scolding and scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously some people were furious with mr chan..and some were quietly sobbing at the corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I wished today never existed. Actually i just wished there wasnt even this stupid performance. Wasted my time, energy and most of all the practice we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt sad. My instrument in school..going to be sent for repair. Today is like the only day i did not bring home my instrument. Felt so weird. Hopefully my instrument will be well repaired when it is given back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't practice my clarinet anymore. Bet the neighbours are very happy and they will be able to sleep in peace thats because usually i play my instrument from 10pm till 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have just visited some blogs and then decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you my new record for minesweeper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginner: 10secs&lt;br /&gt;Intermediate: 79&lt;br /&gt;Expert: 2oo++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;(This part is updated hours after the previous paragraphs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to post something nice after all complainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Roseann my nice senior that seats next to me at times, for the beautiful box of pink chocs!! Thanks to Xiuting the nice-nice SL, and the one that teaches me all the countings and all that rythms and seats next to me for that beautiful card!! Thanks to Wanyu for the packet of sweets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiuting said i was the only pro-clarinet junior she ever had. Haha, I heard of pro-band never pro-clarinet. oh wells..really flattered..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the anouncement of the recruits of the year!! Although there were only 4 sec1s who got it..it still quite good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are : Eylssa?( hope i spelt her name correctly) Cecilia! Denis!&lt;br /&gt;                    Our fellow junior DORA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who did not get it dont be despair..you can get the best senior award or the best section leader award when you are sec 4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that's a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was doing some handicraft thingy..and i decided to give up..fingers were giving way..they hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that i shouldnt be mad about not beingn able to perform. Just forget about it and not bother. Anyway...i only told like a few human beings and only my parents turned up..doubt anyone remembers. forget about it then. Those who turned up and i did not see you, sorry to make you come and see the less than 5 minutes warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop being naggy and end here. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110337147232510364?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110337147232510364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110337147232510364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110337147232510364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110337147232510364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2004/12/uh-huh.html' title='Uh-huh.'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110328502879337821</id><published>2004-12-17T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:16:34.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheww..</title><content type='html'>Finally band is over..and i am back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band ended early today though i went home quite late..needed some extra coaching from the ONE next to me. Ah xiu and mr sim for the triplets. the teaching were helpful..but i forgot about the triplets. I forgot how to count. Gosh. Ask him again tomorrow. Sure get a scolding..when i was going home he ask me to count all the way to the bus stop and home..bet he expected me to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I hate eating rice. Stupid people asking me to eat rice like 2 times a day!! However today there was band..got away with the rice thing during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this..dont ever give me a plate of rice with chicken,vege,fruits, and any other thing that has to do with meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides..i hate eating as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody tell me why a human must eat rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh..remember Tan Aye Leng told the class that only the top 20 students can go to triple science? And All that shit..today she came and asked me if i wanted to go triple..she was like...i am offering you to triple science..but i hope you will say no. Obvious answer is no right? If i wanted to go i owuld have long gone into that class. She was desperate and was asking almost all the girls in band from 2/2 and 2/3 if any wanted to go. Oh wells..she said there was only 37 people in that class so..she wants to fill them up to 40, 42? dream on!! Expectations are so high..and besides you were saying that there is going to be tons of ASEAN Scholars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still..i wish her all the best and may she find more pupils..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmorrow is going to be the last and practice of the year!! Finally it's going to end. However..i will miss the practices..and all that chattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i have to go for an audition i missed with some other people..however i got dental. Hopefully can reach school in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final statement. I hate rice, meat, vege and fruits. except for watermelon. It's red and juicy..reminds me of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110328502879337821?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110328502879337821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110328502879337821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110328502879337821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110328502879337821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2004/12/wheww.html' title='Wheww..'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110293704634041113</id><published>2004-12-13T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:24:06.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadahh~~</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUst came hime..from band. Kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is like damn painful. Just imagine you are biting something or just putting something in between your lips and blowing air into it for about 8hrs. How would you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thumb is quite painful as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I good news. I was fianlly able to finish playing a game of minesweeper expert version. I took like 5 minutes. I was the fastest. Thats because nobody plays it. Its kind of challenging. Try it. If you want to finish the game sometimes you've got to take some risk. I have been playing that game since holidays started and i wasnt able to finish a single game. Yup, so the good news is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new book. Five People You meet In heaven. It's nice i suppose. One of the bestseller.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about getting a book? Check your thursday's newpaper Life section. Every week they recommend you some books. I bough almost all the books they recommended..sometimes it's dificult to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish eating a pack of skittles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school again today. 2nd time. I woke up at 7.10. I was suppose to be in school at 7.45. However i managed to make it to at 7.47am. So i was late for 2 minutes. Don't worry.  I did't forget to brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we had sectionals for band today. Was playing hanukkah..i was having some counting problem..so Mr Chan conducted the Sectionals..stood behind me. The worse thing wasn't him standing behind me..but Him explaining to me how to count. That's because when he talks..his saliva goes flying everywhere..and unfortunately..some landed on my hand. Gross. Oh well..he was kind of nice today..i was rushing all the way..and he was stopping every bar at 283 and was explaining to me over and over..and not that i don't know the notes..i am just too used to the recording..He made us play with the recording for auditions and i practiced 3 weeks for the audition..so i kind of have it inside me already..but still he was patient i suppose..mormally he would just shout at me..not all the time..mormally he would just give up teaching me after 3 times..cos he is fed up..but this time he was teaching me over 20 times? haha..i better go and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to rush off for dinner...sister is back. She has to like use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to read my book then sleep early? I slept at 2 last night. And I am going Malaysia tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you peeps on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110293704634041113?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110293704634041113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110293704634041113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110293704634041113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110293704634041113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2004/12/tadahh.html' title='Tadahh~~'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110283345796736616</id><published>2004-12-12T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:37:37.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoooppeee!!</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoof..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home..kinda tired. Woke up at 6.30am? Not like i was going to church but i was going to have a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the 1st lesson. So it's kind of..ok. I should say. Mmm..all i can say is that i am totally impressed. He was good. Isnt it obvious. That is why he is a tutor right? Answer me people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you just dont understand what i am talking about. It's fine with me afterall its my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i had lessons..when to eat at Din Tai Feng..at the Paragon there. The waitress look smart..however their services are like kind of bad. They don't claer the table until you leave. So imagine the table filled with empty plate and bowls and yet food are still coming up and no one claers it and there is no space. Kind of irritated by their services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Incident Of the Dog in The Night Time. Sounds familiar? It's a title of a orange coloured book which is one of the best seller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is totally amazing. Its about this autistic kid. 15yrs old. And his adventures. HE is freaking smart. HE is only intersted in Physics and Maths. This is so not about the story..this is only about the boy in the story. HE is the one who makes the story amazing. It's a really simple book. Easy to understand and It's not thick and bulky. Size of the "Dip in the pool" book and about that thick or maybe thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see..i found my long lost earrings..i though it dropped off my bag. But all along it was in this hollow blue pocket of my uniform. Kind of having memory problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tutor came. He taught me something. Then i tried. after i am sucessful. He teachessomething else for 3 minutes..and i forgot what he taught. He started all over again. Kind of funny. He noticed it..so he was like " try and remember what i teach you." But i still forgot. I guess my brain is shrinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised i havent done anything for the past few weeks of holidays besides going for band and practicing for the audition. Band takes over Holidays. Can't blame them, so many things coming up. So little time. Oh wells. Life's like that. You've just got to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon people who are reading my blog. I shall leave the blog in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9564515-110283345796736616?l=paper-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/feeds/110283345796736616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9564515&amp;postID=110283345796736616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110283345796736616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9564515/posts/default/110283345796736616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper-house.blogspot.com/2004/12/whoooppeee.html' title='Whoooppeee!!'/><author><name>eva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9564515.post-110277185599489821</id><published>2004-12-11T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:30:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POooof..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hellos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry..my blog has errors..actually not errors..but i accicdentally deleted the blog.Hehes..er however the website can still be visited though..humphs! I will do something about it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday..was late for band. It was my 1st time k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh..band was totally disastrous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt;- We did not have band in the band room but in the AVA room..kinda squashed up..and only 8 people turned up for the clarinet section out of 16 or more poeple. Imagine how we sounded..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt;-This dumb guy had sectionals with the woodwinds..and the clarinet section got scolded..badly..total disaster. None of us could play the way he wanted it to be. Not that i am not listening to what he is saying..but what does he wants? Argh..then we actually played this particular part of this piece more than 20 times? Played over and over and got scolded over and over..Finally he got angry and scolded..just like a volcano that erupted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh oh..we tried something new for this particular piece and we had dustbins and drumsticks...it was also kind of confusing..i ended up singing the beates to Xiuting..and singing it to me..kind of funny..you should see the way Wanyu hits her bin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt;- i got scolded for my fingers. They were so called flying all over the place. Hey..stop laughing. That was how i played the recorder when i was in primary school..some sort of a bad habit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sighs..band today was much better..the amount of people that turned up in our section was not any better. We had sectionals. Er...Me and Xiuting were the only one in 1st..and we were like so lucky today..for one of the piece..Mr chan actually left out some very hard stuffs..that we were not very good at..and he&lt;/span&gt; actually missed is when my score was right infront of him..Gosh..i was like laughing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to end here already..My sister is like rushing me..as if she is rushing to hell..like what the chinese always say. Oh well..who cares anyway..i have used the comp anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who wants to go to the Band Concert next year please tell me K. It's on the 29 of Jan. 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